Monday, March 18
Read another couple of pages of this....misdemeanor against humanity. If you ever get a time machine, do like I said, go back and give it to Mark Twain. DO NOT GO TO AN ELIZABETHAN ERA PARTY. It would be like first-semester political science students, and hipsters, and drunken hockey parents, and panda bears, all together. "Dangerous Thing" levels of little knowledge, mixed with toxic amounts of self-amusement, mixed with unbelievable degrees of indulgence and over-indulgence, mixed with pointless existence.
Wow. I hate a lot of things.
One of them is Love's Labour's Lost.
There is no end in sight of this.
I memorized the following from Macbeth. It may not be word for word, but I've noticed my memory starting to go in the last couple years, so I'm proud of it:
Life's but a walking shadow; it is a poor player
Who frets and struts his hour upon the stage
And is heard no more; It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
If Shakespeare hadn't also written those words, I would say that Love's Labour's Lost was proof of idiocy.
-Mike
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