Do you fellows know the best part of being a ghost? Well I, the ghost of William Shakespeare, shall tell you. ‘Tis this: whenever anyone anywhere quotes something I wrote, I get to be a fly on the wall of that room, and I hear what they’re saying about me. That’s why the other day I was whisked into a classroom in Calhoun Hall to hear one of your students quote my masterpiece “The Merchant of Venice.” The amazing thing is that when this Vandy girl quoted my work, she did so in the most delightful accent I’ve ever come across. She added in phrases such as ‘like,’ ‘I think’ and ‘you know,’ seemingly with no regard for their place in each sentence. When I heard her tell her classmates “The like quality of like mercy is not, you know, strained…” I suddenly realized that she had managed to capture the speech I had been striving for through my entire life. More than anything else, I have always wanted to have all my characters sound like baboons that have been granted the ability to speak. So after I was inspired by hearing this VandyGirl talk, I decided to rewrite all of my plays in what I’m calling “Stuttering Monkey Speech.”
So, here I present an excerpt from my new book, The like Complete Works of, you know, William like Shakespeare, for your pleasure. The book will be available in stores and online on December 8th, just in time to make a great holiday gift.
To be, or like not to be: that is like the question:
Whether ’tis like nobler in the mind to, you know, suffer
The slings and like arrows of outrageous like fortune,
Or to like take arms like against a sea of like troubles,
And by like opposing, you know, end them? To like die: to like sleep;
No more; and I think by a sleep to say we like end
The heart-ache and the like thousand natural you know shocks
That I think flesh is like heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be like wish’d. To like die, to like sleep;
To like sleep: perchance to like dream: ay, there’s the rub I think;
For in that like sleep of, you know, death what dreams may like come
When we have like shuffled off this like mortal coil,
Must I think give us pause, like: there’s the like respect
That, you know, makes like calamity of so like long like… life;
