“Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes write sorrow on the bosom of the earth” (Richard II Act III, scene ii).
I have Shakespeare on my mind,...
I’ve got half a bottle of Irish whiskey tempting me, readers. It whispers to me from the kitchen in a gentle brogue. I must say, folks, it’s been a challenge sitting here in this ugly sobriety. The...
