Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sweet Hamlet-y goodness

Hamlet, the sweet-toothed Dane

I think the fact that there is a chocolate bar named after Hamlet attests to the generally high level of cultural literacy here in Buenos Aires. I fully expect to see "Macbeth" blood sausages in the butcher's section at the supermarket.

(Note to self: under no circumstances allow yourself to be tempted by the 'Titus Andronicus' meatpies)

The plain people of Ireland: Here, what's yer man on about now. Sinead! Nuala! Tell us, what's "Titus Andronicus" about again?
(voice of Nuala, offstage): Oh, Daddy, you really don't want to know. It's a horrible play - very grand Guignol.
The plain people of Ireland: Dear God, what's the girl on about? Is this why we paid out huge gobs of money to the nuns, so that our own flesh and blood would be talking above our heads?


Anonymous said...

Good-night, sweet prince

Coriolanusol said...

What is it about Shakespeare and sweet treats? The last time my half-eaten gelato dropped to the pavement I'm sure I yelled out "Oh, Puck!" loud enough to awaken the spirits of Stratford.