2020.

Is there something significant about this?  I suppose that there ought to be, but I don’t know for why.  It is only a Calendar and could be something different somewhere else.

“Thou hast committed adultery, but that was in another country and beside the wench is dead.”   This is my all time favourite piece of bullshit.  What a joke.

My second best is “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”  So much for The Mortgage.  This above all to thine own self be true.  Try  that one for size.

I have always been a great admirer of Shylock.  I actually played that part once upon a time.  It was by far the best part in that entire play.  Who the hell would have wanted to be Portia?  “The quality of mercy.”  What on earth was she talking about?  Antonio was a shit bag who despised Jews.  But perhaps best not to go into that one at the moment.

I wasn’t much enamoured of most of the rest of it.  Shakespeare’s use of words was glorious.  I try, but often fail miserably.

The life that I have is all that I have and the life that I have is yours.

The love that I have of the life that I have is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have, and  a rest I shall have and death will be but a pause for the peace of my years in the long green grass will be yours and yours and yours.

How great thou art.  Personally, I only believe in The Universe.  And I even wonder about that sometimes.

 

 

4 Responses to “2020.”

  1. Scroblene Says:

    A lovely friend, Shirley F., once played Shylock in The Monastery, Rye around 1957.

    She was supposed to chuck the knife down at some particular moment, and as that moment came a bit too soon, in Michael Green’s Coarse shadow, she lobbed it down too early, whereupon it bounced, and nearly killed Antonia, who was only ten!

    Since then, I’ve avoided Shakespeare like the plague, and when I ran the bar during the school festival for my daughters, sharing the duties with Anne H, one of the loveliest ladies I’ve ever met, (after Mrs O’Blene of course), we sampled the mulled wine during the first half, declared it unbelievably disgusting, and opened a decent Bordeaux, which had vanished by the time the half-time rush arrived.

    Never have I seen so many gasping, thirsty parents…

    • elenamitchell Says:

      I’ve done a bit of Bar Running myself in my day. It’s an Art.
      However, I am feeling bloody awful this morning. It’s either a hangover or I am really ill. I’ll let you all know later after I have popped a few Homeopathic Pills. But since I never drink enough to get a hangover I think I might be ill.

  2. Elizabeth Says:

    I think “The Universe” is what the sages were trying to explain as God. “The Universe” is big and scary, beautiful and all powerful. We know, scientifically, that it’s our home. But if it’s Conscious, which it may be, we’ve got God. We better be nice to it.

  3. elenamitchell Says:

    I worked that one out a bit sooner than The Sages did, Liz.

    God? Forget it. He is much too busy watching humans cock it all up. Oh what a laugh he has. That’s the real joke.
    And then He sicked The Tekel on me, as if I hadn’t got enough to contend with. Not Funny, God.
    He was lucky to get fed this morning. The dog I mean, and not God. The Rotten Little Swine is probably digging up what’s left of the garden, which isn’t much. But I am too ill to care. That’s how ill I am.

    How do I love thee, let me count the ways.

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