I am enjoying Carl Trueman’s “History and fallacies.” Arguing against the postmodern notion that texts have no fixed meaning, he says (p.57):
“You cannot, for example, use Shakespeare’s Othello as a guide for brain surgery. At least, if your brain surgeon tells you that that is where he obtained his knowledge of surgical procedure, I would strongly recommend you ask for a second opinion.”
I agree. You’d swear someone stole them beastly postmodernists’ brains.
Othello, Act II, Scene 3
A hall in the castle.
Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What
had he done to you?
Cassio. I know not.
Iago. Is’t possible?
Cassio. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly;
a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men
should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance
revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!