When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonderthat such trivial people should muse and thunderin such lovely language.
Lear, the old buffer, you wonder his daughtersdidn't treat him rougher,the old chough, the old chuffer!
And Hamlet, how boring, how boring to live with,so mean and self-conscious, blowing and snoringhis wonderful speeches, full of other folks' whoring!
And Macbeth and his Lady, who should have been choring,such suburban ambition, so messily goringold Duncan with daggers!
How boring, how small Shakespeare's people are!Yet the language so lovely! like the dyes from gas-tar.
