This blogger spent an entire year reading the complete works of Shakespeare (something I’ve never tackled, although I should), and learned some fascinating things about himself. Nicely done indeed.
Not long after I finished the complete works, I popped into a bookstore. I knew exactly where to find him. He has his own section. He always has his own section.
I strutted straight over. Shakespeare.
Top to bottom, shelf by shelf, I eyed all the Macbeth’s and Much Ado About Nothing’s, all the Romeo and Juliet’s and Richard III’s. I puffed out my chest. I cocked back my chin.
Think your so tough? I said to myself. I read you. I pointed to Hamlet. I read you. I pointed to The Tempest. I read you and you and you. I even read you, singling out a copy of Cymbeline I was surprised, and impressed, to see stocked. Whatcha got on me?
Wait. I stepped off.
What do you got on me, Shakespeare?
What did I…
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