The plagiarised poetry
Why did Dr Fredericks recite and claim that poem for his own? I have a theory but there have been so many interesting takes on this movie on this message board, I suspect there's more than one answer.
shareWhy did Dr Fredericks recite and claim that poem for his own? I have a theory but there have been so many interesting takes on this movie on this message board, I suspect there's more than one answer.
shareOkay, my take on it was that he recognised Wilson as a poetry lover and so, to help get his trust (always go the weak spot when a spy), he recites the poem and passes it off as his own, either to save himself the time of actually writing a poem himself or because he knew he didn't have the talent for it.
When darkness overcomes the heart, Lil' Slugger appears...
but the question is, why did he plagiarize? why didn't he just not say anything, and not put his entire operation at risk? i guess he just took a calculated risk, not realizing his student's extreme attention to detail.
plus, wilson was just a student at that point, not a c.i.a. operative, so i guess it didn't seem like that big of a deal for the professor, who was really just trying to get a piece, so to speak.
The professor was rash to the point of sloppy. He was, after all, killed for being a safety risk.
When darkness overcomes the heart, Lil' Slugger appears...
I'd agree with the rash/sloppy assessment regarding the poetry prof -- the plagiarism foreshadows the professor's undoing. The plagiarism also is a symptom of the professor's hamartia.
The professor character played triple duty in the screenplay:
1.) Illustrated how Damon's character was a straight arrow (getting him fired from university)
2.) Presented the true ruthlessness of the spy game (fellow agents murdering him)
3.) Cautionary example to Damon's character ("Does EVERYONE end up compromised and dead??")
Good call, LK.
I also thought that there was something in there later when he found out that the professor was an agent that the professor said to him, "You found it faster than I thought you would" or something like that, that I took as a test to see how dogged and intelligent Wilson really was, but maybe I'm mistaken.
sharedidn't notice that, a test is an interesting theory but it had catastrophic results. some test.
sharearrogant i guess.
Hey, sprechen sie talk?
Get laid is a viable answer. It also occurred to me that perhaps he wasn't quite the teacher he claimed to be, but rather more a spy using academic cover. Because he wasn't actually a serious english student/professor, he had to borrow some poetry to appear as such.
And he was foolish about it. Indiscretion trying to get laid I guess, the very reason he was eliminated.
Why did Dr Fredericks recite and claim that poem for his own?
He was trying to get laid.
Also true
shareLOL! Yeah, that would be the most obvious reason.
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hahaha "to get laid" was the very best answer I could imagine for this question.
By the way, excuse my ignorance of english literature, but who was the original poet of the lines??
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Because it was a metaphor for Edward's naivety/innocence (first stanza) and how that innocence would eventually be corrupted
A bud has burst on the upper boughHappy-go-lucky, world is beautiful, speaker revels in innocence, cuckoos feed on insects and act upon primal impulses but the "cuckoo" of the speaker's brain decides it's not yet time to feed, not yet time to bite
(The linnet sang in my heart today);
I know where the pale green grasses show
By a tiny runnel, off the way,
And the earth is wet.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “Not yet.”)
I nabbed the fly in a briar roseThe speaker nabbed the "fly" and dreams of nabbing a more treasurable rarer richer prey, but also laments the dream - so soon I've lost my innocence, so soon I hunger for more, so soon I hunger for something grander and more seductive and elusive, dreaming of things I'm not yet ready for
(The linnet to-day in my heart did sing);
Last night, my head tucked under my wing,
I dreamed of a green moon-moth that glows
Thro’ ferns of June.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “So soon?”)
Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are downThe speaker acknowledges that nothing can bring back the splendour in the grass, the glory in the flower. The gold is gone, the best days of the speaker's life are gone, Edward knows he's lost all that is precious to him, he knows he's lost his morals/values/ethics, he's in his third stage of life, middle age, he's entered it without any treasure, without any morals values ethics, and with the best years of his life wasted
(The linnet sang in my heart today);
The last gold bit of upland’s mown,
And most of summer has blown away
Thro’ the garden gate.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “Too late.”)