I love Franco Zefirelli’s Romeo and Juliet! The music was amazing, the actors sublime and the love scene was, ehem 🙂
A rose by any other name … blah blah blah …
With all due respect, Mr. William S., I humbly opine that a name is of great import if one wants to live a life that is true and fun.
For example, today I signed a petition to start naming Philippine typhoons after corrupt politicians!
What catharsis it would be when I do get to finally exclaim:
“Typhoon” is the local nom de guerre for hurricanes. Above: the deaths from Typhoon Pablo which swept through a big part of Mindanao, December last year. Picture from fernandoymas.blogspot.com
“The darned effing Typhoon Ferdinand (or Imelda) Marcos has ravaged poor Metro Manila and reduced the streets into a wet garbage dump!”
There is some kind of poetry into it.
Madame Meldy, the woman with a thousand shoes — eat your heart out Jeane Napoles! — is still alive; and is currently a congresswoman of Ilocos Norte. We have a saying in Tagalog, “Ang masamang damo ay mahirap mamatay” (A bad grass will not easily die) The translation is awkward but that’s the idea.