Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Rotund Crack

In a Shakespeare lecture today I learnt very little about Shakespeare's wonderful play King Lear, but actually quite a lot about fantastically high immaturity level of the people on my course. For instance, give this piece of text to them from Act 3 Scene II...

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!"

... and when asked by the lecturer to shout out the most prominent words, which do you think they chose?

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!"

Alright, so 'rotundity' isn't necessarily a rude word.

ro·tund (r-tnd)
adj.
1. Rounded in figure; plump. See Synonyms at fat.
2. Having a full, rich sound; sonorous.

'Cleaving' isn't rude either, really... although it does sound a bit like cleavage... OI OI!
Yes, this is what I have learnt today: give students the opportunity to shout out the word 'crack' and they will, most of the time, seize it.

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