Thursday, September 30, 2010

Portions of Servitude are Quite Relaxing on Wednesdays

"My mistress' eyes" by William Shakespeare

Golly gee, y'all, Shakespeare's done it again! In his sonnet to his mistress, Shakespeare refuses to sugarcoat the compliments often given by other men to their women that exaggerate to the extreme. It is interesting to note that, his mistress is probably not his wife at the time, but an actual mistress. When Shakespeare died, he left his second-best bed to his wife and nothing else. This begs the question, would Shakespeare tell his wife that her eyes do blaze like the sun or have lips as red as coral? Maybe not knowing, she would accept these praises and Shakespeare, having got his sick pleasure from these secret underhanded compliments would only laugh to himself with a "if only she knew" kind of expression on his face. Yeah, kind of like one you're making. I must say you have wonderful facial motor skills.
You and Margaret Atwood, buddy.

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