It's been a few years since I don't have to do homework and I am reading Harry Potter at the moment.

Ernest, Earnest. You got the picture.

And, it's friggin' hysterical. His ward's caretaker left him in a suitcase when he was a baby. He's in love with his cousin, Gwendolyn (sp?), and his own cousin, Algy, is in love with his ward, who isn't his cousin, but is his cousin's niece, so... And they ALL have different names for the country, than in the city.


And, it was short, which made it easy. Although I think No Exit was shorter. That was a REALLY funny play. "We're all dead, but don't say it! It's a dreadful state. What? You're a lesbian? How horrid. I drowned my baby, which made my lover, who was the father, not my actual husband, blow his face off with a shotgun. How horrid!"

It totally reinforces the belief that hell is other people.

Sigh. I hate analyzing literary works.

WHY? o.o I love it!!

It sucks when you have to do themes and stuff. Yuck.

EDIT: Not to mention I have better things to be doing like reading Harry Potter or playing Lusternia.

And, to state the obvious, the main point of The Importance of Being Earnest is two-fold: First, the importance of being honest. It was written to mock people of Wilde's time, who often would be exceptionally two-faced and false. The more playful and joking one, is being Ernest - being who you truely are. And how little a name honestly means. As with the first meaning, the second is also a jab at contemporary society, and how much value people put in silly things such as names and looks, things that, really, have little to no value.

Examples of his mockery of society are things such as when his future mother-in-law (Lady Bracknell? Bracknall? something.) asked him if he smoked - and when he responded yes, her reply was "Very good, it's always important for one to have a hobby." As well, when she found out his name was actually Jack, she was unsure if she wished to marry him anymore - simply because she'd grown so attached to the name Ernest. Likewise, so did his ward react, when she discovered that Algy was not really Ernest's sick friend in the city - at least, sick in the head, and, indeed, in the city - but not in the manner that was inferred, nor under the same name.

I believe they both claimed the name Ernest, which only further jabbed at society, showing how one might be truthful in the country, or truthful in the city, but, still, people could not resist being two-faced for the sake of something they believe is love at first sight (or, in Algy's case, lust at first sight).

Honesty, m'dear, honesty.

So, you wanna do my homework?

I still need to read Luna or something like that. A story about some stupid hippy in a tree. Do your own homework.