A funny thought while reading Macbeth
Reminded me of a student I know:
How about another road trip w/her, A-train? That'll put a damper on your Kerouac fantasies, eh?
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. (Macbeth I. iii. 39-47)
posted by Jeremy @ 7:49 PM
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I was laughing so hard I almost coughed up my dinner. The picture is pretty appropriate, though not really quite right--she's a little heftier than that eerie depiction.
Funny, she hasn't been to class in 2 or 3 weeks. Perhaps it takes that long to either shave, wax, or undergo electrolysis.
Oy. She hasn't been in our class either. Methinks the beard won.
Andi, that's just how beards work. They always win.
As a youth, I believe that I was taught that a beard will continue to grow even after the death of a person. That just goes to show that beards are actually eternal--it's what our souls turn into when we die.
You can tell the Goose is a very centered person by studying the excessive soul which grows from his face.
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