God, I love rereading Shakespeare.
Apr. 26th, 2009 02:39 amEven with plays I already know well (maybe even more so, then), I always seem to notice different lines and passages each time. I mean I've always known they were there, but sometimes, the significance and nuance just hits me -- like a strobing LED out of the corner of my eye. And Mister Shakespeare often put these little lines of dialog between characters that have nothing to do with advancing the actual plot, but they do form a sort of tongue-in-cheek comment on the way of the world.
Right now, I'm rereading The Winter's Tale (Signet Classic Edition, 1988), and what with all the thinking I've been doing about disability and culture, lately, this little exchange, between a Lord of Bohemia (Camillo) and the visiting Lord of Sicilia (Archidamus) really blinked at me, and got me giggling:
CAMILLO (about the child prince):
ARCHIDAMUS
CAMILLO
ARCHIDAMUS
Translation:
Camillo: Our prince is so wonderful, his very existance even gives cripples the desire to live!!
Achidamus: Um ... yeah. About that: I think the cripples would find other excuses to keep on living, even without your wonderful prince.
That little exchange serves the plot by hinting at how tightly entertwined the kingdom's fortunes are with the life of one boy. But Shakespeare also uses that oportunity to aim some satire at the whole attitude of pity. That last bit is just cherry topping.
As an aside: Whoever decided which lines should be glossed in this edition should have been hung by their thumbs until they apologized. Of course, I think over-glossing is a near fatal flaw of most editions Shakespeare plays.
Right now, I'm rereading The Winter's Tale (Signet Classic Edition, 1988), and what with all the thinking I've been doing about disability and culture, lately, this little exchange, between a Lord of Bohemia (Camillo) and the visiting Lord of Sicilia (Archidamus) really blinked at me, and got me giggling:
CAMILLO (about the child prince):
- [.....] they that went on
crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to
see him a man.
ARCHIDAMUS
- Would they else be content to die?
CAMILLO
- Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should
desire to live.
ARCHIDAMUS
- If the king had no son, they would desire to live
on crutches till he had one.
Translation:
Camillo: Our prince is so wonderful, his very existance even gives cripples the desire to live!!
Achidamus: Um ... yeah. About that: I think the cripples would find other excuses to keep on living, even without your wonderful prince.
That little exchange serves the plot by hinting at how tightly entertwined the kingdom's fortunes are with the life of one boy. But Shakespeare also uses that oportunity to aim some satire at the whole attitude of pity. That last bit is just cherry topping.
As an aside: Whoever decided which lines should be glossed in this edition should have been hung by their thumbs until they apologized. Of course, I think over-glossing is a near fatal flaw of most editions Shakespeare plays.
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Date: 2009-04-26 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-26 05:24 pm (UTC)Still, the point stands: that everyone desires to keep on living (or nearly) regardless of how pitious and miserable others assume their lives to be. And they don't need some miraculous reason to be given a will to live.
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Date: 2009-04-26 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-26 07:36 pm (UTC)(I was going to edit-to-add to my reply above, but you were too quick with your reply):
And just as crutches coded as "very old" in the 16th century, walkers [aka Zimmer Frames] (and also canes and electric scooters) code as "very old" in the 21st century. And there is still the stigma of pity attatched to their use. Here's part of a reply I posted on a friend's f'locked post:
One common theme of posts in
Or one that I love: "Some guy accused me that since I could walk the short distance into the store, I obviously didn't need the scooter to shop."
(But if the person couldn't walk into the store, they would have come in with their own whelchair).
So it's still the same, 399 years later: whether old and a crutch user, or young and a crutch user, the assumption that you need some wonderful, "Special" reason to live needs to be poked with a stick until it goes away.