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Shakespeare on the Night Before a Battle.


Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other’s watch. Fire answers fire, and through […]

The Game by Neil Strauss.


Generally if a book recurs in conversation time and again for years, I get around to reading it. As a single person who has never had any particular desire to be single, dating is a common theme of discussion, and one of the standard variants of that discussion occurs when I speak with my some […]

Timon of Athens, from the National Theater in London.


Chance led me, as it sometimes leads the prepared mind, to Plutarch’s Life of Marc Antony not long ago, and I was struck by the following incident. After the collapse of Marc Antony’s fortunes and his disastrous defeat at the Battle of Actium, knowing that the assassins of Augustus were on their way and that […]

On the Constancy of Moral Behavior In Matters Human.


Cord Jefferson looks at some great Pompeian graffiti (where can we get the Latin for this, short of having a copy of the CIL in one’s study?) and comes to the (inescapable) conclusion that people are just as dumb, sex-obsessed, filthy-minded, and lowbrow as the worst television or rap music or brainless teenagers you can […]

Plutarch on Timon of Athens.


From the Life of Antony.  Antony, at the end of his life, his hopes shattered, said that he just wanted to end his days living the life of Timon of Athens.  Plutarch thus digresses: This Timon was a citizen of Athens, and lived much about the Peloponnesian War, as may be seen by the comedies […]

Ah, the language, the language.


From As You Like It: “Like an ill roasted Egge, all on one side.” Its actual application was not exciting in context, but it can be used most judiciously in life, for all forms of partiality and ill-development. I have a facsimile edition at the cabin of the First Folio, the spellings of which are […]

Well, this is the Forest of Arden.


At the Woodstock Shakespeare Festival this weekend, where I was treated to the pleasures of the usual players, including David Aston-Reese’s melancholy Jaques, immersed in nature, “weeping and commenting upon the sobbing deer.”  I intend to enlarge on this theme later. After watching these shows, I swear, I am so immersed in the language that […]

Kerouac, the unideal husband.


Kerouac’s first marriage: he married a girl and moved out to Grosse Pointe, Michigan, and worked at his father-in-law’s ball-bearings factory.  It lasted two months: At home Edie and her mother, anxious to see Jack as a competent husband, were alarmed that he spent most of his free time in the bathroom, reading Shakespeare and […]

Winter and Rough Weather.


Wow.  It just keeps snowing here.  It’s been snowing all day, wet snow, blizzard conditions, the whole thing.  At least eight inches, but who knows how much there really is, and no sign of stopping either.  I was planning on heading to the library today for some intellectual nourishment, but that has been postponed.  I […]

All’s Well That Ends Well.


All’s Well That Ends Well is one of Shakespeare’s “problem plays,” those plays whose resolution is most unsatisfactory; the poet’s justice seeming to us injustice. The Count Roussillon, whose father died when he was a minor, became a ward of the French king, who thereupon had the power to bestow him in marriage; and the […]