titus androcius is a gruesome tragedy with much bloodshed and gore, but it is indeed a fine piece of art. i admire shakepeare's tenacity in poetry whereby he is able to compose a lengthy literary piece without trailing off. i believe this snippet from As You Like It is an accurate depiction of the life of mankind. the monologue is reflective of the 7stages of life so clearly cut.
Shakespeare's As You Like It
Jacques (Act II, Scene VII)
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Jacques (Act II, Scene VII)
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
it's super comforting to hear a familiar high pitched voice.. and receive a wonderfully true msg from the ever-hungry fickle blur pretty face "when you have a problem, don't say 'Hey God, I have a big problem'. Instead, say 'Hey problem, I have a big God'. and everything will be alright" which is true in a whole lot of sense. really miss good ol' friends. i miss post-rc friday evenings at the peranakan garden and amphi where we had pure bonding. i miss tt fierce-eyed cockroach and greedy slowpoke pig plusplus tt ridiculous moose. i think i've got to stop reminiscing the past and gear up for the future.
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