The other day, trapped inside by hail and relentless winds, which lasted for about three days and nights and howled around the corners of our little house, I read Max to sleep with a spirited performance of Othello: a one-man show, with different voices for all the characters. Not too shabby. Did he care? He was asleep about two minutes after this photo was taken.
But I read this line and I enjoyed it very much. Who can say anything better than Shakespeare anyway? Here, Brabantio is talking about his daughter, who has just brought shame upon him by having the nerve to marry a black man (times don't change much do they? This was 400-years ago.). And his words are so lovely ... although I'd be happy enough if Max married a black woman.
Brabantio: ... for my particular grief is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature that is engluts and swallows other sorrows and is still itself.
But I read this line and I enjoyed it very much. Who can say anything better than Shakespeare anyway? Here, Brabantio is talking about his daughter, who has just brought shame upon him by having the nerve to marry a black man (times don't change much do they? This was 400-years ago.). And his words are so lovely ... although I'd be happy enough if Max married a black woman.
Brabantio: ... for my particular grief is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature that is engluts and swallows other sorrows and is still itself.
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I have a photo somewhere of David's mother reading Lord of the Rings to her first grand-child. At the time I scoffed (silently!) and thought it simply a testament to grandmotherly besottedness. Now I remember how, 13 years later, it was that same baby-turned-teenager who campaigned so strongly for our move to New Zealand - and LOTR territory. Shakespeare? Brilliant! Read on.....
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