But when he arrives with a tale of a dog with a last name or another about fat dope dealers, you sit beside him on the front porch swing, open a bottle of ginger ale and settle in for an evening of his erudite adventures. He knows people, like Shakespeare and the Earl of Sandwich and sprinkles his pocket novels with their quotes.
Kirb, as he calls himself, hangs out with Jesus, addressing Him as Righteous The poet David Kirby is a national treasure, a favorite uncle who visits too infrequently. Soon you're laughing as Kirb regales you with the saga of the theremin player or while he explains why pink is India's navy blue. But just as the pizza delivery van arrives, you realized Kirb has been reciting the poems from his new collection, "A Wilderness of Monkeys.
You've also climbed another rung on the ladder toward understanding morality as you replay his Hate Poem and Cheeky in your head. No, now it's Love in Vain that's washing down the last of the sausage and mushroom with the ginger ale. He might not swing by this way for another couple of years. Until then, "A Wilderness of a Monkeys" will have to suffice.
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With Nia Vardalos. Determined to be a full-time mom, a publicist quits her job, but as soon as her husband gets fired, she needs to get her career back, and. One of the most poignant moments in The Merchant of Venice is when Shylock learns that the turquoise ring he valued above anything was not only stolen by his daughter Jessica, but also traded for a monkey. This essay uses Shakespeare’s play The Merchant of Venice as a lens for.
See writer and producer. See additional info such as project notes, plot summary and industry news. Wait, Is Mary Poppins a Witch? A dog yipped — one of those absurd little lap dogs — and the person shushed it. It was a woman. He knew her voice.
Jessica took a step backward, but her voice was steady as she answered him. Why should the dead not talk to the dead? Who else will keep them company? Did you think there would be no price to pay for what you did? Is that what you thought? What of the price I paid?
You thought that if I would not give you my blessing, you would steal it. For the first time, he thought to wonder what Jessica was doing out of doors at midnight. It occurred to him that she might be pursuing an illicit affair of her own, but when the dog began to yap again, he dismissed the idea. Even his daughter could not possibly be foolish enough to take that creature with her. It is very late. Shylock was on the point of refusing, but he found that he felt too exhausted and too cold to demur.
He was too old to go around fornicating with heiresses, particularly outdoors on a chilly night. He would warm himself at her fire for a few minutes, he thought, and then go.
It would mean nothing. Jessica opened the door of the house and moved into the light, and he saw two things that surprised him and made him wonder if he had been wrong to show her so much anger. His daughter was wearing a turquoise ring on her left hand. And she was pregnant. Leah would not have worn a gown like that, of course, with bare shoulders and half her bosom showing. And she certainly would not have made herself ridiculous by kissing a Maltese dog on the nose, as Jessica was doing, or wasted her time braiding ribbons into its hair.
No, he had been quite right to be angry with her. Jessica took two cups from a cupboard and filled them from a pot that stood on the hearth. He recognized the liquid as coffee, a fashionable — and expensive — beverage in Venice. Paid for with his money, he supposed. That meant he might as well enjoy it.
You never wrote or sent word to us, not even to ask how we were. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and say, There is not time enough, we have so, so little time. Leah had died of childbed fever before Jessica was a week old. Shylock pulled his chair closer to the fire and sipped at his coffee, trying to warm something inside of him that refused to thaw.
He did not intend to explain to anyone that his business was with the heiress of Belmont. Shylock dressed hastily and joined his daughter and son-in-law in the kitchen. Lorenzo said good morrow, rather coolly, and a servant girl offered him cold meat and bread, all the while looking sideways at him as if he were a strange beast in a menagerie. He wondered how on earth he would go about making conversation with these people, and how soon he could return to Venice without drawing attention to his odd behavior.
A welcome diversion arrived after breakfast, in the form of a red-haired young man who burst into the house and collapsed dramatically against the wall. Lorenzo did not seem particularly alarmed at this unorthodox greeting. I think she would not stoop at stabbing me in the bath. They were false dice, I swear. I ought never to have played with the man who brought them. He had the look of a Jew. You are welcome, sir, for her sake. Jessica made a sound that might have been a snort. Possibly, Shylock thought, he might acknowledge her as his daughter after all. No, no, Nerissa and I live in the other cottage.
You must come and dine with us tonight. He leaves for Venice tomorrow. I had forgot about you and Antonio. But it is a — a generous forgetfulness.
I have ofttimes been glad of it. For some reason, Jessica did not jump at this offer. Where are we not strangers? Shylock did not answer. There had been a time, he thought sadly, when they had had their own community in Venice, and he had not felt himself to be a foreigner there. That time was gone.
It is too much already. What right had she to regret her choice now, if she was regretting it?
Jessica came to the window and looked at the book. Shylock put on his spectacles and looked, too. He was not quite sure why he was taking so many pains on their behalf, but it was easier than trying to converse with his son-in-law, and he rather enjoyed the work.