No, it is not a hard sell and evidently its first batch sold out in seconds, but given the comments about it being too large, we just wondered how the Bard – William Shakespeare no less – would have defended the rather massive Mi Max. We bet he would have called on Hamlet, Mack Antony, and Macbeth to aid his cause. The results might have been interesting…
To Mi or not to Mi
That is NOT the question
Whether it is nobler for the hands to suffer
The stretches and strains of a 6.44 inch display?
Or to take in one’s palms a 5.5, aye, even a 5, inch one
And by doing so, soothe them?
Friends, Indians, Countrymen
Lend Mi your ears
(or rather hands, such indeed are the times and the topic)
I come here to propose the Mi Max
Not to criticise the others.
The pain to palms that phones stretch and strain
Lives after them
The good their battery did
Is interred with their (mother)boards.
And so let it be with the Mi Max
The noble reviewers hath told you
That the Mi Max is too big and bulky
If so, it were a grievous fault
And grievously should it pay for it.
Here in the presence of the reviewers and the rest
For the reviewers are honorable men
Come I to speak of the Max that is Mi
It is large, well specced, laden with battery
But the reviewers say that it is not portable
And the reviewers are honorable men
It hath brought two days – yea TWO DAYS, I tell you
Of survival on a single charge to users
Does this not forgive a sin of fitting tight pockets?
But the reviewers say it’s not portable
And the reviewers are honorable men!
When other phones have died
The Mi Max hath striven on untiringly
Slim and trim should be made of sterner stuff!
But the reviewers just say it’s not portable
And sure, they are honorable men
It is smaller in length than the Plus from Cupertino
And almost as slim
As the One (Plus) that adds up to Four
Does this strike you as bulkiness?
But the reviewers say it is not portable
And of course, they are honorable men!
I speak not to disprove
What the critics spoke
But here I am to speak
What I do know
You all love big displays
And not without cause
What cause witholds you then
From admiring the Mi Max?
Thou art sold to small form factors
And men have sold their reason to slimmess
My heart is there
In the box with the Mi Max
And I must pause until it
Comes back to me…
(It might take some time
For tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in the flash sale from week to week…)