You’re still #1 in my book. How’s this: my oldest nephew (Jesse, Kath’s son—now 16, forfrick’ssake) actually asked me maw what a pun was; when we were all together recently she asked me to define it for him. I might just as well have intoned your name.
Also, my cleverest English prof at Reed used to say that he, too, reflexively thought of Portia’s speech in terms of mercy going through a strainer—though of course the sense is closer to our “constrained.”
In an only tenuously related story, Julia accidentally uttered the word “Golemite” the other night, triggering a fantasia of pitches for the greatest Jewsploitation flick ever.
Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this.
Posted by Sime on 11/25 at 11:34 AM
