I love Shakespeare always, but I love him more when I'm tired.
It's not really a good idea to be writing a paper on Sonnet 82 so late at night, because in the depths of sleepiness, it starts looking less like Elizabethan poetry and more like Emo Shakespeare writing a desperate love note to the Young Man saying something like, "I know you a ho, and I know you went and slept around with the other poets' poetry (and I hate them all SO MUCH), but PLEASE TO BE COMING BACK I NEED YOU!!!1!!!!eleventy!!!"
And that thesis just isn't paperworthy. But it is fun.
Bad Late Night Idea #57: An Emo Shakespeare translation of all the sonnets. I can see it now...and it scares me.
And that thesis just isn't paperworthy. But it is fun.
Bad Late Night Idea #57: An Emo Shakespeare translation of all the sonnets. I can see it now...and it scares me.