Posts Tagged ‘Shakespeare’

Wise Men …


February 5th, 2018 Posted 8:52 am

… never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.


Shakespeare and Weather (More)


October 2nd, 2014 Posted 8:47 am

“Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.”

“Could he have written that if he’d been from Yuma, Arizona?” Admin says.

“Oh, no – not Yuma again?” says Spence. There’s wind in Yuma, by the way. And ingratitude, too, most likely.”

“Very different kind of wind. And Yuma winter is not what Shakespeare would have called winter.”

“Your point?”

“Simply that there may be even at this very moment a thwarted Yuma Shakespeare.”

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October 1st, 2014 Posted 7:55 am

“Haven’t had rain in some time,” Spence. “Nice to hear it on the roof.”

“For the rain it raineth every day,” says Admin.

“Er, right, Shakespeare,” says Spence. “But my point was it hasn’t exactly been rainething every day.”

“What if Shakespeare had grown up in Yuma, Arizona, say? Do you think he would have still written that line?”

“I think his life would have been different in general.”

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Chetspeak On Sunday


August 17th, 2014 Posted 6:38 am

The next time I opened my eyes, the sky was just starting to lighten in a milky sort of way, too soon for telling whether it was clear or cloudy. I looked across at Bernie. Sometimes I think you only see humans the way they really are from the side. Actually I’d never thought that before and wished I hadn’t now. I mean, what comes next? All I knew was I really liked Bernie’s face from the side; and the front, of course, goes without mentioning. As for what I could see? First, Bernie was real tired, his face pale except for dark patches under his eyes. Second, the eyes themselves were intense, like Bernie was wired about something. I sat right up. When Bernie’s wired, I’m wired.

He glanced over at me. “Sleeve of care all knitted back up, big guy?” he said, pretty much losing me from the get-go. I checked the sleeves of his shirt, saw nothing unusual.


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