A Romance in Five Acts.
When Shaw wrote Pygmalion
more than a half century ago, no one could have predicted his play would eventually be converted into one of the greatest musicals of our time -- My Fair Lady
-- and an Academy Award winning motion picture. Generations of readers and theater goers have found relevance in Shaw's story of speech therapist Henry Higgins, who successfully transforms Liza Doolittle, a "draggle-tailed guttersnipe," into a darling of high society who momentarily upsets his hard-edged reserve. The extraordinary wit of this master dramatist of the twentieth century cuts away at the artificiality of class distinctions to reveal that human clay can be molded into wondrous shapes.
There goes a story that a 'higher being' once breathed life into a clay figure and named him 'Adam'...it seems to be the source for a lot of weird interpretations, coming even before that biblical story was written down and long after and people even in our inglorious times still believe in such automation. What's so absurd is not the tale itself but the loss of the metaphor and anything more 'modern' coming out of this 'none-sense'...What about inventing the opposite of it? It's more lifelike as we experience it daily: a really lively thing,a 'human' is being 'treated' by quite visible 'higher powers' in a way that little is left of his or her individuality with all that is 'menschlich' gone...a machine on legs, doing what it is being asked to do and if questioning shares the fate of all who rebel: death, by taking that breath away again...only to be replaced by yet another...slave! It ain't fun to live and to die for others and others' wars and foul intentions!--Submitted by Dirk Holger
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