Thing is, in Shakespeare’s time the it was expected that groundlings would heckle and shout at the actors during the show. The richer people in the good seats less so.
I don’t know if this fact undermines the analogy or strengthens it.
Remember when the King of the Netherlands celebrated his birthday with a big party to calm away revolution by putting on La Muette and hiring the singer Adolphe Nouritt (This is like calming away revolution by putting on a production of Les Miserables starring Rage Against the Machine and Boots Riley.)
And then Nouritt sings “Aux Armes” in the third act on a top C, and they do. And now we unfortunately have Belgium.
Not sure where I’m going with this either…
More like the libs are showing everyone a self-aggrandizing home video of how they dealt with a dangerous burglar.
We’re the ones heckling in the back about how we were there, the “burglar” was a rabid raccoon, and the libs still tried to offer the raccoon half their property and the lives of their children.
In truth, Tolstoy proclaims, the venerated Bard is “an insignificant, inartistic writer…. The sooner people free themselves from the false glorification of Shakespeare, the better it will be.”
I have felt with… firm, indubitable conviction that the unquestionable glory of a great genius which Shakespeare enjoys, and which compels writers of our time to imitate him and readers and spectators to discover in him non-existent merits — thereby distorting their aesthetic and ethical understanding — is a great evil, as is every untruth.
