So there you are in
Literature/
English class discussing some fairly
uninteresting symbolism about the
quibbles and
puns in
Hamlet and how they seem to
metaphorically foretell the unfortunate onset of
prostate cancer for the
avenging hero (fortunately it went into
remission)... Moving on, your
venerable sensei asks the class about some other
symbolic reference, making sure to point out:
"Remember, there is no right answer to this kids."
Then Little Johnny puts up his hand and spews some mindless drivel about the sheep foretelling the impeding crisis. Teach nods and says:
"That's very good Little Johnny, have a sticker you clever little boy!"
Not to be outdone you promptly put up your hand:
"The werd that the man Shakespeare is tryin ta say, Ma'am, is dat Hamlet be a cool ass motherfucker who don't take no shit from no foo' - not even his aged gran'mama. 'Dis mofo Hamlet, any homie who fucks wit' him gonna get his asscap bust man! Don't cross him muh man or he smoke yo ass to grass."
Teacher frowns, thinks, pauses.
"I suppose there is that interpretation as well, but I don't think so. Anybody else want to try?"
And with those harsh, cruel words reality comes tumbling down, self-confidence shatters and angst mode initiates. There is no right answer and you got it wrong?! And Little Johnny didn't?
Forget violence in the media, pornography, divorce and the like. Problems with todays youth? This is the cause. I am scarred for life.