Clearly, literature has eaten my brain.
As I was sitting on the couch this evening, attempting to attain my minimum daily requirement of cartoons, Grete was sitting on the other couch, reading T.S. Eliot. She came across a quote heading one of his poems, and out of a sort of perplexed fascination, read it aloud.
If I recall correctly, she said "'Master, master, look! Here come a pair of religious caterpillars!' That's very strange."
To which I responded "Huh, sounds like a bad joke from the late sixteenth century", after which I thought "I wonder if that's Marlowe. It sounds like Marlowe. On the other hand I don't read much Marlowe, so perhaps it's not", and then got sucked back into my Justice League reverie. A moment later, Grete tracked down the relevant note, and informed me that it was from _The_Jew_of_Malta_ - one of Marlowe's works.
"I thought it might be Marlowe" I mumbled as I watched Hawk-girl flirt shamelessly with the Green Lantern.
"*I* think you're a little scary" Grete muttered, after which point she accused me of having spent too much time as an English major.
I'd claim she was wrong, but I've never read _The_Jew_of_Malta_.
If I recall correctly, she said "'Master, master, look! Here come a pair of religious caterpillars!' That's very strange."
To which I responded "Huh, sounds like a bad joke from the late sixteenth century", after which I thought "I wonder if that's Marlowe. It sounds like Marlowe. On the other hand I don't read much Marlowe, so perhaps it's not", and then got sucked back into my Justice League reverie. A moment later, Grete tracked down the relevant note, and informed me that it was from _The_Jew_of_Malta_ - one of Marlowe's works.
"I thought it might be Marlowe" I mumbled as I watched Hawk-girl flirt shamelessly with the Green Lantern.
"*I* think you're a little scary" Grete muttered, after which point she accused me of having spent too much time as an English major.
I'd claim she was wrong, but I've never read _The_Jew_of_Malta_.