23/1/10

Before I continue, let me say one very important thing clear. I love Shakespeare, the language, the metre and the wit. Nevertheless, FUCKING HELL it's dense sometimes. When you don't read an entire play in one go it loses the magic. The sense of continuation, intricate plot lines and sheer charm just dissipates into archaic language. Case in point, was reading Lear a few weeks ago, then got distracted at the beginning of the last act, causing me to shelve it for a while. Today, I picked it up and resumed. Nothing. The delight I felt when reading act after act had gone. Sure, the tricks of language were charming, but nothing approaching what I felt when reading previously.

I suppose the moral of the story is to always read your Shakespeare in one go.