Well, what have we here? When he enters, he'll stop for a moment in the doorway, an amused half-smile on his face, and he crosses his arms.It is strange to think that old Leonato's house be so great as to hide a man and turn him about, so his feet lead in so changed a direction. In such time a man must not follow his feet, but his nose, for I am ( Read more... )

He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos ( Read more... )