Funny, I always thought it was a roundabout reference to the phrase "[...in the words of] the Immortal Poet" -- suggesting, in this context, "how do you know whether you haven't perhaps stumbled onto a truly "immortal" poet who, to a slyly literal mind, would NEVER be 'deceased' ?"
Bit of a stretch, I know, but that's what I always thought.
Although, come to think of it, I guess the more usual phrase is "the Immortal Bard," almost always meaning Shakespeare specifically; while at other times the phrase is given as "in the immortal words of [whoever]...", immortality more plausibly accruing to the words in question, rather than to their author.
So there goes that.
In the immortal words of Tom Stoppard: "One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps." Likewise, you can't eat poetry, as the saying goes (and as Mrs. Lovett would surely agree). Poets, perhaps? It makes some weird intuitive sense that Sweeney (a sort of proto-goth himself, as Tim Burton couldn't resist needlessly underlining) would be curious about their (literal) flavor -- and that pragmatic Mrs. L. would try to steer his gustatory enthusiasm toward the stabler, less-wispy professions.
Updated On: 5/19/14 at 06:00 PM