What the Title "the importance of Being Ernest" means to me.
If I take the title literally, it shouldn't really mean anything. It should have as much implication as "the importance of being Bob or John or Bill". That is how we are ment to think in our new enlightened society, take things on their contents. We should believe in that idiom provided by some guy called William:
"a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet"
This is physically true, but a turd by the name of a rose would still smell like s***.
Personally I should believe there isn't much in a name other than a description. But I have to admit, I am effected by names on a daily basis. I love the uniqueness of my name, would I be who I am if I was called Bob?
If honesty is my guide no. No I wouldn't.
The irony of it all is that because my name has helped me become the individually minded person I am; I like to think that I am immune to the influence of the 'cover of a book' just like a name. Which obviously is b****cks
If a rose was called s***weed, I wouldn't buy a dozen for my girlfriend on Valentines Day.
(Which I realise in itself is doing something special because the day is named)
It's it a tangled web of words we weave daily. S*** isn't it?