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>yfw The Cat in the Hat was a story about two children who tried hard drugs for the first time.
The cat in the hat himself represents a dealer.
>A cat representing slyness, and the ability to attract very little attention, even when on someone else's property.
>The hat is symbolic of the stereotypical appearance of a dealer.
Objects that the cat spawns are representative of the dealer starting his subjects on light drugs.
>The cat spawns ludicrous things, such as teacups, milk, a rake and other things, all completely irrelevant to eachother. This represents the hallucinogenic properties of weaker substances.
>The entire time, the kid's pet goldfish is imploring the cat and kids to stop.
Which brings us to...
>The goldfish is symbolic for common sense, your conscious thoughts telling you when something is a bad idea.
>With this mindset, it's clear that he represents the 'voice of reason' telling the kids to avoid the dealer and ignore his provisions.
Thing 1 and Thing 2:
>They represent much harder drugs. Having tested the weaker substances on his clients, the dealer moves them on to more destructive elements. The moment they are let out, they begin completely wrecking the house, more so than the dealer did before with his lighter handiwork.
>Each thing is caught in a net by each of the kids in the story. Should be obvious what this means.
Everything is cleaned up, swept under the carpet. The cat leaves no evidence he ever worked with them, including taking the Things back with him and the mother is blissfully unaware.
The final line is 'What would you do if your mother asked you?'
What would you do? You just did drugs behind her back in her home. You had a dealer over and tried on drugs that could have very well destroyed you. What would you say?
Would you cave in with guilt and spill everything? Would you with a straight face tell her 'I did nothing while you were gone? What does that say about you?
>ITT: We overanalyze children's books and post results.
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...above the entrance to [Plato's] Academy was inscribed the phrase "Let None But Geometers Enter Here."
/lit/, I'm in the market for good math & science "101" books. Geometry, Arithmetic, Algebra, Calculus, or maybe one that neatly packages all of these. Physics, Chemistry, Biology. Anything you've got.
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Once upon a midnight party, while I downed six shots Barcardi, Over many a skant and crazy women of campus lore, While I flirted, nearly banging, suddenly there came a nagging, As of some one gently hanging, hanging 'round my chamber door. `'Tis some freshman,' I muttered, `hanging 'round my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I recall it was in the dancing hall, And each separate slutty hoe strutted her moves upon the floor. Eagerly I began to shred; - hoping I, at least, could bed A bitch without a slice of dread - dread from my girlfriend Lenore - For the cold and bossy bitch whom her mothers name she bore - Would crush my balls for evermore.
And the silken skin of women showed itself in boyhood vision Aroused me – espoused me with fantastic boners never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my meat, I stood repeating `'Tis some honey busting moves down the dance floor - Some horny honey busting moves on the dance floor; - This it is, now I can score,'
Presently my wood grew stronger; boldness then enticed the longer, `Babe,' said I, `or honey, truly your booty I implore; But the fact is I was jagging, and in Bentley's you came banging, And so boldly you came swagging, swagging on the dance floor, That I was sure you'd break your groove' - here I tapped and spun my score; - Ms.Franklin there, I'm done for.
Deep into her eyes then peering, long I stood there floundering, jeering, pouting, thinking thoughts no student ever dared to think before; To her breasts I gave attention, and Ms.Franklin gave no mention, The only way to ease the tension were the boldest words, `Let's score!' This I uttered, and a freshman sputtered back the words, `LET'S SCORE!' By this time my balls were sore.