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So my mom used to take the train down to London on the long weekends because she was doing her dissertation on [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Weyer Johann Weyer]. She would study at the British Museum and sometimes go and see plays. One day she went to see [[Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead]], which is about two small characters in Hamlet, but in this play they’re the main characters. I know this is complicated but bear with me, it’s pretty much the coolest story ever. | So my mom used to take the train down to London on the long weekends because she was doing her dissertation on [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Weyer Johann Weyer]. She would study at the British Museum and sometimes go and see plays. One day she went to see [[Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead]], which is about two small characters in Hamlet, but in this play they’re the main characters. I know this is complicated but bear with me, it’s pretty much the coolest story ever. | ||
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Link titleItalic textBold textItalic textlink titlelink title So my mom used to take the train down to London on the long weekends because she was doing her dissertation on Johann Weyer. She would study at the British Museum and sometimes go and see plays. One day she went to see Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, which is about two small characters in Hamlet, but in this play they’re the main characters. I know this is complicated but bear with me, it’s pretty much the coolest story ever.
So when the intermission came my mom went out to the lobby, and she overheard these two boys arguing. They were arguing about Free Will vs. Determinism which is apparently the theme of the play. They were just trying to sound smart.
One of the boys was saying that because the two characters die in the end of Hamlet that nothing they do matters. That was my dad. My mom listened for a few minutes and decided that pretty much everything my dad was saying was wrong. So she thought it was time to open up a good-ol’ fashioned can of whoop—
So she tapped him on the shoulder and she said that the message of the play was that these sad little characters had spent their lives arguing about the inevitability of their fate instead of actually doing something about. And she said that if these boys didn’t watch out, they would be just like them.
My dad was smitten… like a kitten. So when the play ended he was waiting for her by the exit. Sparks flew… doves cried… the sun set… the wind blew… oh my gosh.
They spent the rest of the day together and later my dad walked her to her train. They couldn’t see each other very often because my mom was in Edinburgh. So they started writing letters. And that’s about it. I have a really big day, so I should probably go get ready. I hope you enjoyed the story…
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Bree: I thought I’d tell you a story about my parents. When my dad was 23 he got a fellowship to study medicine at the University of Oxford. My mom who was two years younger, she would study at the British Museum and sometimes go and see plays. I know this is complicated but bear with me, it’s pretty much the coolest story ever. So she thought it was time to open up a good-ol’ fashioned can of whoop—
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