[crossposted to Me and Shakespeare]
I finished “A Comedy of Errors” this morning right before I had to hurry off to the dentist’s. It was a fun read — don’t think I managed to read this one when I was in college and supposed to be doing stuff like read Shakespeare. Plot: two sets of identical twins, separated just after birth. Fate brings everyone back to the same town many years later, with many mixups before all is figured out at the end.
I could read things like this for the rest of my life. Considering how thick my new and improved Complete Works is, I might be doing just that. It weighs more than my son’s chihuahua. I have now read the first five plays in the Complete Works, and finding the things I had hoped for from this marathon reading actually happening. To wit:
- Time spent in pointless reading etc. on the web is slashed.
- World of Warcraft is absent from my day and from my disk.
- Great words and sounds are rolling through my mind on a regular basis.
- Writing anything is easier.
Now this list is making me sound like I am some sort of Pollyanna preacher trying to push Shakespeare as the solution to all one’s personal ills. He is not, nor is the act of reading his works. But this reading of mine is doing something for me, which I am not sure that I can quantify yet. I hope that I can verbalize this a bit better in future posts.
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