I Never realised how lacking my relationship with Scout Kitty and Abbey the Labby has been.
I’ve been selfish. I’ve been keeping the Shakespeare all to myself.
After reading this fabulous post that I discovered today, I have just apologised to them both, and told them that it’s all about to change.
The cat yawned and went back to sleep, but the dog shall have her day.
My cats are big Shakespeare fans; in the case of Rocco, who’s been letting himself go a bit, a huge devotee of the Bard–fifteen pounds at his last checkup. We have assembled on the patio for a reading from Julius Caesar. Titus Andronicus was checked out of our local library, and my wife, the family Shakespeare-hater, is out of town.
“This foul deed shall smell above the earth/with carrion chipmunks, groaning for burial.”
I’ve told them the best way to read Shakespeare is that taught to me by Merlin Bowen, my freshman humanities teacher; once through quickly without checking the footnotes, then the second time more slowly, and thoughtfully, looking up the buskins and petards as you go. Easy for him to say since he didn’t have chemistry and social studies and phys ed and French and drugs to take at the same time.
“I didn’t finish the reading assignment–okay?”
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