when i was younger, i read that ‘that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’ yet i find that the taste of your name on my tongue is sweeter than any other, and i hear poetry in every consonant and every vowel when you whisper my name. there is music in our names, together, a song that bubbles up and overflows and spills out from inside of me, a song where every lyric is love, and i find that loving you is the sweetest thing
Aramina quotes Juliet (Romeo and Juliet Act II. Scene II.)
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part 45 Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What’s in a name? THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes 50 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Abbey Lee Kershaw reads in “American Pop” for UK Vogue, March 2012. Photograph by Alasdair McLellan.
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would it twinkle like Dolce & Gabbana’s floral crystal appliqué bustier? Bustier top embroidered with crystals, from £700. Matching shorts, from £370. Both Dolce & Gabbana.”
One of the (many) things I like about B-plot of The Girl Next Door (Weevil/Logan detention storyline) is the apt usage of Shakespearean quotes in the background. Like, when Weevil slams Logan telling him his only value is “who his parents are”, we see Logan’s head against “that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet” reminder, and then we have this Hamlet’s description of Yorick and his “gibes and gambols” on the board right before the infamous car prank is conceived. I don’t know if these quotes were intentional or just some random details from Art Department, but in any case, it’s a nice touch.
SGSW VI: A Rose by any other name would be as sweet...
6th: Pick a cliche. Write a story based on that cliche; the phrase does not have to directly appear in the narrative. You are welcome to use multiple cliches.
Taliorinth sat in the stench of the ship, long having since found her way stuck on this moving vessel, yet still not quite used to it. She felt sick constantly, and after days of vomiting at first, she’d finally calmed herself some. At least enough that she could lay in the darkness upright and breathe normally.
The time had passed since she wondered if she had or had not made the right choice. There was no turning away from what she’d done now, and that much was true. All that she could do was sit here, get better, and do whatever would be necessary to do next. Just as all those in the books she adored did. This was just a start to a new path.