1994

Shakespeare Electronic Conference, Vol. 5, No. 0867.  Sunday, 30 October 1994.
 
(1)     From:   Arthur Pearson <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
        Date:   Friday, 28 Oct 1994 10:31:21 -0600
        Subj:   Sharp as a pen
 
(2)     From:   Henry, Gregg <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
        Date:   Saturday, 29 Oct 94 12:12:00 PDT
        Subj:   re:SHK 5.0857
 
 
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From:           Arthur Pearson <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date:           Friday, 28 Oct 1994 10:31:21 -0600
Subject:        Sharp as a pen
 
From first hand experience, that very phrase, "sharp as a pen", raced to my
mind upon seeing an uncle of mine a few days before his death.  As he lay
in his bed, the fullness of his face had been usurped by little but seeming
skin over bones, or in the case of the nose, cartilage.  As if the life
force, itself, had drained away this condition accentuated the peaks and
valleys of his features, rendering his cheeks and eye sockets sunken, his
nose, "as sharp as a pen."
 
Most assuredly Falstaff's descent to the grave was, at least, accelerated
by his grief (the King had killed his heart).  Did Falstaff cease eating
and drinking in his grief, thereby accentuating the leaning of his
features?  Given his trademark bulbous robustness, the contrast would have
been not only marked but frightening as well.
 
Arthur Pearson
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From:           Henry, Gregg <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date:           Saturday, 29 Oct 94 12:12:00 PDT
Subject: Comment:        re:SHK 5.0857
 
My father passed away recently. While visiting him in Hospice, the "sharp as
any pen" line came to mind. He was possessed of  a pug nose in healthier
times- but near death, it was sharp and seemed to be only flesh and
cartilage . These lines do come to mind at fascinating times.  Gregg Henry

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