Schnitt (magazine)
Schnitt (meaning Editing in English), also called Schnitt - Das Filmmagazin, was a German language film magazine founded by Nikolai Nikitin and Oliver Baumgarten in Germany. The magazine was headquartered in Cologne and was published between 1995 and 2013.
History and profile
Schnitt was started by Nikolai Nikitin and Oliver Baumgarten in 1995. Baumgarten was also the editor-in-chief of the magazine from its start in 1995 to 2010. The headquarters of the magazine was in Cologne. The magazine, which was published four times a year, focused on the effects of the films on the viewer and on the technical features of the films. It also featured articles on the correlations between films and other media and arts, including painting as well as on the history of films, film theory, short films and major figures in the film industry.
Although Schnitt was published in German, some of its issues were published both in German and English. The magazine ceased publication in 2013.
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by Sweeney Todd
Sweeney Todd
by: Sweeney ToddI have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London!
I feel home again
I could hear the city bells ring
Whatever I would do
No, there's no place like London!
Mr. Todd, sir
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
So Antony, it is here we go our several ways
Farewell, I shall not soon forget the good ship bountiful
Nor the young man who saved my life
Alms, alms for a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly mornin'
Oh, thank you, sir, thank you
How would you like a little squiff, dear
A little jig-jig, a little bounce around the bush
Wouldn't you like to push me crumpet?
It looks to me, dear, like you've got plenty there to push
Alms, alms for a pitiful woman
What's got wandering wits
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Must you glare at me, woman?
Off with you, off I say
Then how would you like to fish me squiff, Mister?
We'll go jig-jig, a little
Off I said to the devil with you!
Alms, alms for a desperate woman
Pardon me, sir
But there's no need to fear the likes of her
She's only a half-crazed beggar woman
London's full of them
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And it's morals aren't worth what a pig can spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole sit the privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
Turning beauty into filth and greed
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru