It is more like Shakespeare.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,Or dive into the bottom of the deep,Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.Hotspur (Act 1, Scene 3)
Mark M Breza
1 year ago
It is more like Shakespeare.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,Or dive into the bottom of the deep,Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.Hotspur (Act 1, Scene 3)
Brilliant short piece, thank you.
Brilliant short piece, thank you.
Given Harry’s pride that he doesn’t read books, I suppose operatic analogies would be lost on him too.
Given Harry’s pride that he doesn’t read books, I suppose operatic analogies would be lost on him too.
It soon will be an opera. Let’s hope that at least the music’s good, because the libretto promises to be cringe-worthy.
It soon will be an opera. Let’s hope that at least the music’s good, because the libretto promises to be cringe-worthy.
Excellent little piece and a useful antidote to that dreadful Terry Eagleton article Unherd decided to waste our times with!
Excellent little piece and a useful antidote to that dreadful Terry Eagleton article Unherd decided to waste our times with!
Woe to Harry. The sheer weight of being an enormously priveliged wokester must be daunting.
Woe to Harry. The sheer weight of being an enormously priveliged wokester must be daunting.
“Opera is paroxysmal by essence”
So’s Oprah.
Very good!
Very good!
“Opera is paroxysmal by essence”
So’s Oprah.
Enough already.
Enough already.
It is more like Shakespeare.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,Or dive into the bottom of the deep,Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.Hotspur (Act 1, Scene 3)
It is more like Shakespeare.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,Or dive into the bottom of the deep,Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.Hotspur (Act 1, Scene 3)
Lovely post
Thanks
I like the cover. No narcissism there
I like the cover. No narcissism there
Lovely post
Thanks