For the Lit. Majors, here is a 5 minute sure-fire way to understand Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest
Character List: Don't bother
Act I:
- Algernon and Jack are dandies.
- Lane is a servant who secretly hates Algy and wants to marry Lady Bracknell.
- Lady Bracknell is pompous and does not approve of babies being found in handbags.
- Gwendolen will become just like Lady Bracknell in a hundred and fifty years.
- Algernon believes "divorces are made in Heaven" so really what is the success rate of his and Cecily's marriage?
- Algernon is wealthy but he doesn't know why.
- Jack wishes Algernon would shut up.
- Lane wishes the whole family would go in exile to Ireland.
Act II:
- Cecily should marry the "tirra lirra" Sir Lancelot
- I reiterate point number 1
- Algernon falls in love with Cecily within minutes of meeting her. (And people say love like it means somthing. Pfft)
- Dr. Chasuble draws his metaphors from everywhere; flowers, trees, anatomy, manor houses and churches. He is only one step behind Fra Lippo Lipi.
- Black doesn't suit Jack.
- Cecily can be a pain in the butt.
- Miss Prism should not be left alone with three volume novels.
- Dr. Chasuble wishes Miss Prism would understand his metaphors so he doesn't have to hang anywhere anymore.
Act III:
- I'll comment on this portion if I manage to read it before next year.
Themes:
- Victorian society and its hypochondriac values
- Dandism
- Appearance vs. Reality
- Psychological problems faced by Lane
- Psychological problems faced by Lane that affect Algernon
- Humour, wit, irony, and epigrams used to abuse love
Motif and Symbols: wohi wohii
[To Be Read Only In Case of Extreme Boredom]
A meeting ground for non-intellectual intellectuals who believe their own random drivel and whose intellect the pseudo-intellectuals are forced to question if they are indeed in possession of any intellect at all.
Dost thou know, we think by infection, lie under the cotton candy clouds, are eclipsed and blame the aura? Thought so.
A meeting ground for non-intellectual intellectuals who believe their own random drivel and whose intellect the pseudo-intellectuals are forced to question if they are indeed in possession of any intellect at all.
Dost thou know, we think by infection, lie under the cotton candy clouds, are eclipsed and blame the aura? Thought so.
Monday, December 14, 2009
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