Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Ha, fair enough. That's not quite what I was meaning to say, though. And I don't think it works with tools the same way as texts. For instance, Nabokov loathed Freud, and went out of his way in some of the prefaces to his novels to disclaim readings relying on "the Viennese Quack." But it doesn't matter -- whether he intended for his work to be read that way or not, a reader can read it that through that lens with some success.While true, I'm not sure the fact the obviously-intended-to-be-a-screwdriver can function as a vaguely functional hammer is anything particularly useful to know.
This thought's a little half formed, but it's kind of getting to the same place: I wish I could remember who said it, but there's a joke about text and meaning that compares it to a suitcase being checked at airport security that boils down to the author saying, "I don't remember packing it, but I can't deny that it's there."