ADVENTURES IN WRITING! Operating from Northern Indiana, this blog will cover aspects of culture with a bent on humor and the relentless belittling of the mainstream media, politics, and the syphilitic GOP (both major parties). News analysis happens. Put on your adult diapers, this gwine'-a'-be a bourgeois hoot. Some much needed hilarity for working class North Americans and international readers. I'm the part of this human world that bites back. Let's roll.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Willie the Pimp
Was Shakespeare gay? Was he really Christopher Marlowe? Who was he? Does it really matter? I don't think so, the works stand on their own feet and should be judged on their own merits and the rest is actually beside the point. Greatness. What of greatness? What is it? How does one define it? The Bard didn't even seem to know entirely from the evidence of his plays, but he had this to say in Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V to be precise:
"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them."
Perhaps, but what of those who have had greatness thrust into them?
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