In days of yore, Shakespeare asked, “What diff does it make what you call them?”
Well, actually what he said was:
’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
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
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
But, truth is, ’tis not thy name which makes you my enemy, but by the name I assign thee, thou becomest mine enemy. [Read more...]