Patti Abbott has challenged folks again on the topic of the zoo: here's mine with apologies to
Edward Albee and
William Shakespeare and
Bruce Robinson as well. So there.
Zoo Story
"So, this is the place."
"This? Why?"
"I thought it would be dramatic."
"Dramatic? Why? Wolf howls make it
dramatic?"
"Not exactly. That scene was filmed
here."
"What scene?"
"From the movie, you know the
one."
"No. You mean…no. Which one?"
"The funny one, with those two guys
and the drinking and—it's very funny. You liked it."
"It's not coming to mind."
"But there's that scene where he
quotes from Shakespeare."
"Who does?"
"Whatsisname…Grant."
"Cary Grant?"
"No, not Cary Grant. The other
one."
"Hugh Grant?"
"No, whatsit—Richard! Richard A.
Grant."
"Don't know him."
"You do! He was in that movie and in
lots of other ones. Tall bloke, gaunt looking, theatrical. He was in the Spice
Girls movie."
"What did he play?"
"I don't remember. Anyway that's not
the point."
"What is the point?"
"He was giving that speech from
Shakespeare, right here, by the wolves."
"What speech?"
"Oh, you know the one."
"Obviously I don't. 'Wherefore art
thou, Romeo?'"
"No, not that one. The one with 'quintessence
of dirt' in it. Oh, you know, it's a famous one. Macbeth maybe."
"No, not ringing any bells."
"About the nature of man…"
"All the world's a stage?"
"No, not that. Oh, you know it—I can't
remember now. It was raining down and he was reciting it to the wolves."
"Why to the wolves?"
"Because they were there. His friend
had gone."
"What was his friend's name? Maybe
that will remind me."
"I can't remember his name. I'm not
sure the friend ever gets named."
"In the whole movie? No one ever says,
'Hey whatsyername, answer that phone' or something like that?"
"No. I mean, I'm pretty sure. The
film's from his point of view. They go see the uncle and he gives them the
cottage and they go on holiday."
"Oh, yeah, I kind of remember that
one."
"Anyway he has that speech—"
"He does? Or the other one?"
"The other one, all right. But he
gives that speech at the end of the movie and his only audience is the wolves
and it's very significant."
"Why?"
"Well, because he goes on to be a
great actor and you can see it in that moment. It's the beginning of better
things."
"Oh."
"So I thought it would be
appropriate—"
"What's the speech again?"
"It's about man's place in the world,
the sky above, the ground below and how grand it all is. Quintessence of
dirt."
"What does that mean anyway?"
"Like the epitome of dirt, I
guess."
"Wouldn't that be a bad thing
though?"
"No, not really—I think you're missing
the point. It's poetry like."
"But it must mean something. If you're
the epitome of dirt, you're still dirt."
"But don't you see—I mean, it's
Shakespeare. Poetry."
"Ironic, you mean?"
"Well, not necessarily ironic but poetic. What's the word? Metaphor."
"Metaphor? That's when you compare
things?"
"Sort of."
"So, what? The wolves respond to
metaphor? Oi, wolves! Metaphorse for me."
"You're thinking metamorphoses. That's
changing."
"Evolving. What would wolves evolve
into?"
"Don't change the subject."
"What was the subject? This stupid
movie?"
"It's not the movie, it's the
speech."
"What about it anyway? You can't even
remember what Shakespeare it's from."
"The play isn't important."
"The play's the thing—isn't that
Shakespeare too?"
"Probably. But what I was
saying—"
"Every famous quote comes from
Shakespeare, doesn't it? Why is that?"
"I don't know. But the speech—"
"All the world's a stage, the play's
the thing, the face that launched a thousand ships…"
"Yeah, but what I wanted to say—"
"Are they all from Hamlet? No some must be from comedies. Wait, Hamlet—that's the one. It comes from there."
"What does?"
"Your speech."
"Right, that's it. I'm sure it is. And
the reason I—"
"Lots of good ones come from that
play—isn't it bad luck to say the name? 'Bare bodkin': we always had a giggle
at that one in school."
"Look, I wanted to say—"
"And there's a joke about privates,
too. Miss, we'd say, could you read that part again, we didn't understand it.
Hilarious!"
"Never mind that. I was talking
about—"
"Do you suppose writers do that on
purpose? Put in jokes like that?"
"I don't know. I don't care."
"What was that?"
"What?"
"That little box you threw into the
pen."
"Nothing."
"Look, that wolf is trying to eat it.
What is it?"
"Nothing. Never mind. Let's go have a
drink."
"You're funny today."
"Yeah. Maybe Shakespeare wrote
me."
"Ha, that's funny. So what was that
box?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
