The artifice

I thought that what Tara said the other day about Adela 2.0 was funny. It’s gross to me that Wentworth would be so in love with himself that he would create this creature that constantly told him how perfect he was and they were always in bed together. I know that we are generally self-centered people, but come on! It has to reach a point where enough is enough.
I found a passage where Wentworth was talking about Keats’ poem “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” I remember reading this play in both British Literature and World Poetry. Keats, though sad to read, has beautiful poetry. In this poem, he talks about how two lovers can never kiss and the musicians’ music can never be heard. Wentworth talks about this when he first comes back to the world after he has locked himself away with his “buddy.” The real Adela is trying to get his attention because she remembers that he used to be in love with her. It seems like she wants to be recognized as the star of the play and she will use whatever means necessary to get it.
Anyway. Back to “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Wentworth says, “It was not without reason that Keats imagined the lover of unheard melody in reverie on stone images; the real Greek dancers would have pleased him less” (Williams 141). I think he’s saying that the artifice is better than the real thing because the real thing so often disappoints. Wentworth does say that there was some relief in “the clumsy tread and the loud voice” of Adela because he no longer wanted to hate it. He has now found comfort in Adela’s weird “evil?” twin. I don’t necessarily think that she is “evil,” but she’s a strange creature who only comes when she is called.
I think that it would be easier to create our own worlds where everything is perfect, but that’s not the real world. Even though Wentworth does have Adela 2.0 leave in the end, he still created a strange and disturbing world that should not exist.