Dear Magic Shake-Ball:
I think I've become a cliché. What should I do?
Answer: "Dolphin: What a long night is this! I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs; le cheval volante, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu!"
(Henry V, 3.7.11-15)
Okay, I'm going to level with you here. I had no idea who Dolphin was until I looked him up in the Dramatis Personae. Now it seems obvious: he's the Dauphin, French for dolphin. Duh.
Okay. So I'm thinking that the Shake-Ball is sending me a message through a French character whose name isn't in French but who is speaking some French, because it wants me to think about the word cliché, and how, if you do something different with it, then it isn't a cliché anymore.
So maybe I just need to start looking at my life through foreign glasses. Like I'm a Swedish au pair who has never experienced the exotic ways of the suburbs.
Either that, or I need to trade in my Subaru Outback for a flying horse.
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