Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 05:02:09 -0500 (EST)
From: Christopher Gillen <c-gillen at sjca.edu>
Subject: Re: Using sonnets to get Mr. Gillen into the sack

On Tue, 24 Nov 1998, Moira Russell wrote:

> (...while I suppress Mr. Gillen here;  I need a large canvas bag)

Dear me, if I knew things would get THIS interesting, I would have spoken
out earlier!  <cuffs himself and hops merrily into the bag>

> unless someone screams opposition or Mr. Gillen escapes.

Mr. Gillen is happy in his canvas sack, and is entertaining no thoughts of
escape (especially as long as y'all are analyzing the Bard).  If you ever
- -do- decide to do some Nietzsche though, just tap the sack.

Its a little stuffy in here, but the canvas muffles the sound wonderfully.

> I wish I could see your faces!

You think its hard out there?  Try it from in here!

> No pretending Mr. Gillen is reciting it from inside his sack. 

You would _have_ to pretend, as it is far too dark in here to read and I
didn't memorize the sonnet before hopping in.  I could make one up
though...

"O! canvas sack which doth my form o'erstretch,
 Protect me from Ms. Russells' famous ire.
 Contain my speech, should I perchance kvetch,
 and keep me safe from pointy things and fire.
 Yet, tho I could be bound within thy seams
 And count myself the king of endless space,
 Still murmurs from without assail my dreams;
 Strange whispered thoughts of recipes and race.
 I find my ear doth yearn for Latham's prose,
 For Stickle's cynicisms, and for Green.
 What Fabi's up to, Heaven only knows,
 And Dixie has been neither heard nor seen.
 And so, in search, hop I towards the door.
 I hope to God this ain't the second floor."

> sonnet no. 20?  Bet they didn't have you read _that_ in high school.

"Prick'd thee out for women's pleasure"?  Oh, Will...now REALLY...
heh...you're right, Moira.  They somehow glossed over that one.  Odd. ;)


- - Christopher Gillen, A'90