A friend of mine who knows I'm obsessed with Shakespeare (I'm teaching 2 different plays at the same time) sent me this. Methinks thoust might appreciate it. :)
J: My pardon; did I break thy concentration? Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still. Allow me then to offer a response. Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray. B: What? J: What country dost thou hail from? B: What? J: How passing strange, for I have traveled far, And never have I heard tell of this What. What language speak they in the land of What? B: What? J: The Queen's own English, base knave, dost thou speak it? B: Aye! J: Then hearken to my words and answer them! Describe to me Marsellus Wallace! B: What? JULES presses his knife to BRETT's throat J: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again! I dare thee utter 'What' again but once! I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name! Now, paint for me a portraiture in words, If thou hast any in thy head but 'What', Of Marsellus Wallace! B: He is dark. J: Aye, and what more? B: His head is shaven bald. J: Has he the semblance of a harlot? B: What? JULES strikes and BRETT cries out J: Has he the semblance of a harlot? B: Nay! J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus? B: I did not! J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst! Thou hoped to rape him like a chattel whore, And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed With anyone but she to whom he wed.
Sorry it took me about a thousand years to get your message. Let me know next time you're in Ames! But not through myspace, because I probably won't know until about two months after you had already been here. :)
Hmm, I'm sorry. I don't think I can do that. You see, if you're not there, I just don't think I can bring myself to having fun. Sorry. I mean, who else is going to recommend girly drinks to me that they would never actually drink, themselves?
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