The perv went to an excellent performance of Love's Labor's Lost (it's a sign that he has become so utterly Americanized that he casually spelled "labour's" [British-Indian-English spelling] "labor's" [American-English spelling] without giving it a second thought.) Now, he is in the process of rereading Measure for Measure, the other Shakespeare play being performed this summer. (The Tulane Shakespeare company wants to perform the entire Shakespearian corpus.) Measure for Measure has some language and imagery of MMSA Stories interest.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the play: Duke Vincentio of Vienna decides to hand power to his deputy, the very strait laced Angelo. The Duke is disturbed because Vienna's laxity in applying its laws, particularly its laws relating to _s_e_x_uality has resulted in a cesspool of vice. In Act One Scene Four, the Duke delivers the following speech, and I thought the flagellation metaphors might be of interest to some MMSA Stories readers:
We have strict statutes and most biting laws The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds, Which for this fourteen years we have let slip Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch Only to stick it in their children's sight [the perv substitutes "sons'" ; who gives a _s_h_i_t_ about the cunts?] For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mocked than feared, so our decrees Dead to infliction To themselves are dead And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse and quite athwart goes all decorum." (1.3. 18-31).
This is probably of no interest to my fellow sadistic fags, but if there are any bis out there, Isabella strikes me as a classic female masochist (I'm not being particularly original here; many critics read her that way): when Francisca asks Isabella (who has been brought up in a convent) whether the nuns'privileges are "not large enough," Isabella masochistically responds, "Yes, truly. I speak not as desiring more [privileges], But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood The votarists of saint Claire"(1.4.4-5). I think Isabella may be described as that most annoying of phenomena, a pushy bottom. Who wants your bottom to advise you on how much restraint should be applied on her? If Jacko should ever tell me that I am not whupping him hard enough, he will pay far more dearly than that mealy mouthed bitch Isabella.
An impudent pimp named Pompey plies his trade in Vienna. He has the suggestive last name "bum." (The English call "bum" what Americans call "buns.") Here is the dialogue between Escalus (Angelo's sensible deputy) and Pompey:
Escalus: What's your name. Master Tapster [innkeeper]?
Pompey: Pompey
Escalus: What else?
Pompey: Bum, sir.
Escalus: Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you, so that in the beastliest sense [the perv's favorite sense]you are Pompey the Great [i. e. unlike the figure from history, Pompey owes his greatness to his enormous bum. More than enough warrant for calling someone "great" the perv thinks, far more reason than dick size, for instance.]
Later in the dialogue, Escalus tells Pompey, "I advise you not to let me find you before me again upon any complaint whatsoever.. . If I do Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent and prove a shrewd Caesar to you [Julius Caesar murdered the historic Pompey the Great]; in plain dealing, Pompey, I will have you whipped" [The Duke does not indicate where he will have Pompey whipped, but the jokes about bum suggest where. This is some importance to the perv because being whipped on the back is not part of his scene; the bum's the thing, would be his motto.]
Pompey in a sulky defiant aside tells the audience: "Whip me? No let carman whip his jade [carman is one who drives a broken down cart, and jade is a horse] The valiant heart's not whipped out of his trade."
If I were Escalus, I would whip that sulky defiance out of the pimp, but alas the Bard does not choose to supply a supplementary scene for us lovers of the English vice. I guess poor old Jacko will have to suffer when I return from New Orleans and all for the Bard's negligence. What Pompey escaped will be visited on my dinge boy Jacko. Sadistic faggotry for ever.