Tuesday, January 1, 2019



And in this kind hath our Cleon

One daughter, and a wench full grown,

Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid

Hight Philoten: and it is said

For certain in our story, she

Would ever with Marina be:



-Gower as Chorus

                                   

Pericles, Prince of Tyre                Act IV, Prologue, Line 18





Well, you kind of need to read the prologue as a whole, so I’ll give you the link:

What it’s mostly talking about is the fact that Marina is living in Tharsus under the benevolence of the governor, Cleon. Apparently Marina is just about perfect and she’s making Cleon’s daughter, Philoten, look bad in comparison, and so Cleon’s wife, Dionyza, is going to have Marina eliminated. BTW, ‘Hight Philoten’ simply means ‘is called Philoten’.


Today’s Totally Random line is the introduction of Philoten into the plot. Interestingly enough, whilst Philoten represents a significant piece of the plot in this play, she never actually shows up on stage. What do you think about that? But wait, let’s think about this: Gower says that Philoten ‘for certain in our story...would ever with Marina be.’ But what’s up with that if Philoten never actually shows up on stage? So all the time from here on in that we see Marina there is never Philoten with here. Is Gower saying something that’s figurative as opposed to literal? Does Philoten actually exist, or does she just stand for some characteristic of Marina? Lots of questions. Who has the answer? Harold?

Okay, I know you're asking 'what the heck is the connection to this pic?' Well, believe it or not, there's a good answer. This is my box of old baseball cards. But unfortunately it only goes back to the early 80's (because it's actually the cards that my daughters had). And since it only goes back to the 80's we all know what New York Met we don't have a baseball card of: Cleon Jones! Clearly a different Cleon than the one mentioned in today's line, but a Clean nonetheless.

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