Dear Log,
«TIMONIn my decades-long quest to recover from the brain-damage and homicidal psychosis caused by my high school "English" classes, I recently tried reading Shakespear's Timon. The English is crystal clear at points; and at points, just cryptic words on a page, like Apemantius's bit, above. Most of the rest of the play falls inbetween, where every block of dialog is a task, where I have to read, stare, and then make for myself a mental summary, like "Timon says 'no, you don't have to pay me back, even tho you have the money.'"
Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!APEMANTUS
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest. »-- Shakespear, Timon, i. i.
In other news, the other day it occurred to me that the Diamond Sutra is meant to be read, aloud, while stoned senseless on drugs that probably don't even exist anymore.
