I had to read Shakespeare's The Tempest for my master's exam, not in a class or with other students, but completely on my own, and dreading it because I remember not digging the plays I studied in high school. Turns out, with fresh (non-teenager) eyes, it was actually pretty great, which led me to go back to Macbeth and Othello and even Midsummer Night's Dream, the last one I loved the most. I can't speak on a bordeaux, because wine is not my thing, fine or not, which I would never be able to tell, but words, those I love...
What amazes me is that while I always (always == since original exposure in school) had an appreciation of Shakespeare I kind of found it ... unfriendly in its language. So I wasn't keen to investigate more than your standards - Romeo & Juliet, Hamlet, etc. But now... with eyes that have enjoyed more time, perhaps... it's a new experience.
Midsummer Night's Dream, I adore. .. His works are a treasure chest, long forgotten or cast aside as unimportant, suddenly containing not merely some shiny rocks but purest gems of value beyond compare. They always were gems, of course -- it's my perspective that's changed.
I always loved Shakespeare too, even as a teen. I checked out a couple of the movies recently from the library. Casey protested and scoffed, but I saw her paying close attention and enjoying it at times. It didn't hurt that an episode of Zack and Cody had once featured them performing A Midsummer Night's Dream. Ha.
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Midsummer Night's Dream, I adore. .. His works are a treasure chest, long forgotten or cast aside as unimportant, suddenly containing not merely some shiny rocks but purest gems of value beyond compare. They always were gems, of course -- it's my perspective that's changed.
Thank you Alan Rickman. ;)
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