Gee, I didn't think anyone would take this quiz as being any more serious than the "What Color is Your Aura?" quiz and I don't think the person who created the test intended it to be either.
I take all tests with a stone faced dead-seriousness. It was the single most disappointing experience of my life. Everyone who took it should have wrote a bad sonnet that used the word "fuck" in four consecutive lines.
Still, this test sucks. Its four axes could have been chosen from: melancholy, empathy, prolificness, technical variation, religiousness, obscurity, political awareness, promiscuity, or some other defining characteristic of the authors cited.
This would have both displayed the wealth and depth of the test author's literary knowledge in some way and provided food for thought and paths of discovery for the test takers.
Instead, I am left woefully weeping for the future. Yes, weeping for a new renaissance unrealized: the depth of literary education for our children's children will be reduced to what was passed down as playground insults.
That is why we shouldn't marry, heart. I am so very sorry.
Note that Rhu's reaction and my own, though different, are alike in one way: We both recognized the limitations of the test. I merely transgressed the limitations by choosing for myself a result the test did not permit; Rhu railed against the unnatural boundaries in a manner beautiful to behold.
I wish I could be that cool.
Eh. It's only one more step.