T.S. Eliot recorded this as well. He put a lot of expression into it.
Also have Sylvie Smith reciting her poem “The Galloping Cat.” She gets all the nastiness of it into her voice.
Funny.
Never much of a cat person, I see nothing but crooked cats. Not only crooked, but sneaky, demanding, and constantly preening. These cats prowl all night, coming home to sleep and to rest their furry little heads on one who tends to their needs and sees they are well fed and happy. Far too independent, but constantly needing attention.
Logan’s Run was read several years before the movie was made and seen. Peter Ustinov was the perfect man for the character he played. The film itself was shot in the building in which I worked. The Dallas Trade Mart. For weeks on end the office personnel employed in the many company offices located on the floors above the atrium, would come out on the balconies to watch the action, thinking ...goodness this is certainly not the glamorous world we thought it to be. At that time, Michael York was the larger star shining, with J. Agutter a relative newcomer. Peter U, was not seen, not remembered. Just as Farrah is not remembered being seen. Richard Jordan, perhaps but it has been years since I’ve heard any mention of his name. His only other film seen and remembered is Hunt for Red October. The man died at a relatively young age.
Hark! Is that the sound of rat’s feet on broken glass in yonder cellar?
The Horror!