Saturday, October 11, 2008

Another Grumpy Politician

Forced to pander to the unruly crowds for their votes, Shakespeare's Coriolanus cannot contain his contempt for the howling mobs.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcases of unburied men
That do corrupt my air,--I banish you.

Don't you just wonder what his poll figures were. Where's Zogby when you need him?


Brigid said...

All that comes to mind this early when I think of certain candidates is. .

"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"

Anonymous said...

I imagine he thought that to himself while smiling and holding out his hands to the mob, pretending to be their brother.

Rio Arriba said...

No, Coriolanus was too honest a man and he spoke these lines directly to the crowds.

Of course, it destroyed him.

Anonymous said...

Well, he was in the wrong line of work. If he was honest, he never had a prayer to begin with.