An old woman who lived in the country recently visited some friends in the city. During her stay she was taken to see "The Merchant of Venice," a play she had witnessed more than thirty years before, and which she had always had a strong desire to see again. Calling next day, a friend asked her how the previous night's performance compared with that of thirty years ago.
Well, she replied, "Venice seems to have smartened up a bit, but that
Shylock is the same mean, grasping creature that he used to be."