Decoding Shakespeare, while it is something I am not too shabby at, is not something I really enjoy. I prefer to read things that I can understand at least the surface level of. However, it feels pretty good when I can figure something out. My greatest personal triumph happened when I was attempting to figure out what Friar Lawrence was talking about his lovely flowers. I spent a few minutes poring over the text with steadfast determination, and I finally figured out that he meant that flowers and herbs have great healing powers, but sometimes people use them for this noble purpose too much, which corrupts them; people should only use what they really need. This is foreshadowing not for the play, but for REAL LIFE. Many years into the future, the year 2012, mankind is running out of resources, and Friar Lawrence predicted that and he's not even real. MIND BLOWN. I felt absolutely brilliant, as if I were the smartest person in the world.
...until I learned that I was wrong.
RAAARGH! WEIRD WORDS NOT MAKE SENSE! FILIP CRUSH PUNY BOOK!
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