When we enter finals week in Paragraph City and the English department is hollow eyed from reading papers, we revel in such lines as this:
“Hamlet and Laertes start to have a doodle in front of the Queen.”
And I see them clearly, the men suddenly just boys, with newsprint and a box of 16th century Crayolas (they only had eight colors then) between them. What do they draw, do you suppose? Their fathers, I should think.