Sorry for the lack of posts, but this blogger has been in London last week. Just got back Sunday early morning, only to start my 4th year this Monday. London was nice; a good end to a very busy summer. There is a little part of me that would have liked a bit more 'recovery time' because the winter months are proving to be very hectic, with the work already starting to pile up at alarming rates. In fact, with so much on my plate at the moment, I'm just going to leave you with Bernard Levin's Quoting Shakespeare - all for the sake of not leaving you readers hanging. I first encountered this whilst at the Globe Theatre on the Southbank of London (on the opposite side of the River Thames to St Pauls Cathederal). Hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did, for it might be a while till you'll hear from me again.
If you cannot understand my argument and declare, "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare. If you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare. If you act more in sorrow than in anger, if your wish is farther to the thought, if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare. If you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied - a tower of strength - hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows - made virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play - slept not one wink - stood on ceremony - danced attendance on your lord and master - laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift - cold comfort, or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days, or lived in a fool's paradise, why, be that as it may, the more fool you, for it is a foregone Conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare. If you think it is high time, and that that is the long and the short of it, if you believe that the game is up, and that truth will out, even if involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have teeth set on edge at one fell swoop - without rhyme or reason, then to give the devil his due if the truth were known for surely you have a tongue in your head, you are quoting Shakespeare. Even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I was dead as a doornail, if you think I am an eyesore - a laughing stock - the devil incarnate - a stony-hearted villain - bloody-minded, or a blinking idiot, then by jove - O lord- Tut, tut! - For goodness sake - what the dickens! - but me no buts - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare...
