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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Literature
I must be the biggest hypocrite in existence. In Sec 2, on and on I raged about the evils of 'The Merchant of Venice', about how I just could not see how 'the quality of mercy is not strained' and how I simply refused to see how 'it droppeth as gentle rain from the heavens'. In Sec 4, many's the time the Indo-scholars laughed at my fussing over 'Macbeth', about how I lamented about how 'life's like a walking shadow' and as the days went on, 'tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day'.
Which is why I must be the biggest hypocrite in existence: because I still hang on to the quotes. Are you reading, mum, Mr. Chua, Ms. Goh?
Here's another reason why I say I must be the biggest hypocrite on the face of this planet: Because despite how much I claimed I loathed Shakespeare, despite the fact that I'd never admit I read Shakespeare in public, now, in JC1, I pursue the study of 'Othello' with a vehemence I never knew I could display. I'm creating my very own detailed notes for myself that have made essay writing three times as easy. As the final straw, the last line of my latest essay read something like "..., but I can expect to embark on an exciting journey as I walk down the papyrus hallways of words of the legendary playwright." What. The. Hell.
Indeed, I'm a hypocrite. I hate Shakespeare, I said. Aw, man, it's lit now, I said. Ah, my Lit marks? Fail, lah, I said. But that does not change the fact that after Sec2 streaming, I threw away Geography, not Lit. And it does not change the fact that after O'Levels ended, I threw away History, not Lit. It also certainly does not change the fact that I did not take Economics, but Lit. And it definitely, without a doubt, does not change the fact that I'm enjoying 'Othello' immensely, and can't wait for 'The Tempest'.
Hypocrite. Faugh! Bleagh!