Tis Sunday, we are straight into a stagger through of Acts 1 & 2 after a spot of lunch so this qualifies as a 'real-time' post. However I'm starving so I can't write too much - I've just witnessed a strangling, I cannot divulge who that the poor soul was, I've also seen another eye gouging - I think we all know who that poor soul is; yet my appetite is as keen as ever - speaking of which I invite you when you attend the performance "as fear not but you shall" (Kent: Act III, Sc.i) to pay attention to the dark and fantastic emotions that appear to be coursing through Regan's very being during the jelly-outing.... tis sick sirrahs, sick.
Safe 'scape the King
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