If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby “it”. (Jerome K. Jerome.)
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It’s Mothers’ Day in Australia. But what’s a mother without a baby?
The silly babe/mewling and puking in its mother’s arms (Shakespeare)
His majesty the baby (Freud):
[like] a mass murderer suffering from an ingrowing toenail (Wodehouse)
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All I can say is thank goodness Lady Macbeth with her o’er-vaulting ambition never gave birth.
By the way, why do we never hear what her own name is? Or did I miss it?
But she did, didn’t she? “I have given suck, and know how tender tis to love the babe…”
I like to think her name was Pandora – or perhaps that’s because I’ve just come in from a film where there was a cat called Pandora.
Oh, I’d remembered the bit where she said she would dash the the child’s brain out but not the bit where she’d actually produced the infant. My memory isn’t … what was I saying?
Oh yes, Pandora. Didn’t she box the cat’s ears? Or did she have a box? One or the other.
Or else she was a boxer, which would fit in with Lady Macbeth. Now I’m wondering about the supposed baby, little Damian Macbeth. Where was he when all the hooha was going on? Away at a tough school to make a man of him?
Did Will pen a sequel to Macbeth mayhaps? ‘Lady Macbeth’s Labour Lost’? ‘Son of The Scottish Play’? (This last for superstitious luvvies.) Or ‘D’ye ken tha’ All’s Weel tha’ Ends Weel’?
That last photo – oh boy, I wouldn’t what to do battle with that little one.
Leslie
Private Eye uses it.They have a column called “Our new correspondent” which is supposedly written by a very crabby baby. It usually starts :”This week I am very angry about…”
chuckle….