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Lear. So young, and so untender? Cordelia. So young, my lord, and true. |
Wednesday, March 24, 1999 King Lear I spent Wednesday afternoon wishing I were still asleep, answering e-mail, and, eventually, reading King Lear, which I ultimately ended up finishing during class. I know there were things I wanted to say about that, but they escape me just now. Oh, well.
As for King Lear, I had trouble getting past the first scene, but it gets better from there. I actually found myself laughing out loud in Act 2, and really enjoying Kent's character, which came as a bit of a surprise because, in general, I don't like Shakespeare. I know, I know, that's a shocking bit of heresy, coming from an English major like myself. But 'tis true. 'Tis pity, 'tis true, but 'tis, 'tis true all the same. But this play really isn't bad. At least once you get past the first scene, which is the linchpin to the entire play. I'm still working it out, to tell the truth. But once you have that, everything else falls into place, I think. Unlike others in the class, I think the ending works quite, quite well. It's not exactly satifying... but that's exactly the point.
From there to my homework. Somewhere around 3 AM, maybe 3:30, I gave up on my art homework. I'd tried painting my bookcase, so as to give my professor all the shades of grey his heart desired, but I realized that I just couldn't do it. I tried retreating to something simpler, but I was already defeated. So I washed out my brushes, and went on to my English homework, reading up on what Althusser had to say about "Ideology and Ideological State Apparatuses," before grabbing two hours of sleep. Which leads into Thursday, so I'll stop here.
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