I have a tiny diagonal cut on my right hand, in the meat of the palm, in a fleshy portion opposite the fleshy portion near my thumb. The way of all flesh. I guess it's a paper cut, but I don't remember getting it. It stings. Today it is visible, yesterday it wasn't.
How many know that "the unkindest cut" is an allusion to Shakespeare's "Hamlet"?
Or who recalls that "the way of all flesh" is a novel, or a movie? (I'll leave the searching to others.)
"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
Another allusion, this one biblical, or Biblical, if you prefer.
Which is worse: losing our allusions? Or losing our illusions?
To paraphrase Dylan Thomas (or to quote him out of context), "Man, be my metaphor."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
We know society exhibits moral outrage over serial killings, as well it should. But why the widespread apathy over the death throes of the s... -
Today has been a banner day: solid work prospects and a Washington Post Style Invitational three-peat : Report From Week 749 in which we ask...
-
It's not year's end, but we're nearly halfway there. Here's my running list of books read so far this year, in the order of ...
No comments:
Post a Comment