Scarce half made up
It's Saturday!
* More Harry Potter! From The Guardian: "J.K. Rowling to collaborate on Harry Potter play for West End."
* My most recent "Looking Back into Genre History" segment is up on the latest episode of StarShipSofa (Ep. 336), and it offers a look at the classic television series Dark Shadows. If you listen, I hope you enjoy!
* My tickets are bought for Martin Freeman as Richard III at Trafalgar Transformed. Score!
But I, - that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love’s majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them,-
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
- Richard III
* More Harry Potter! From The Guardian: "J.K. Rowling to collaborate on Harry Potter play for West End."
* My most recent "Looking Back into Genre History" segment is up on the latest episode of StarShipSofa (Ep. 336), and it offers a look at the classic television series Dark Shadows. If you listen, I hope you enjoy!
* My tickets are bought for Martin Freeman as Richard III at Trafalgar Transformed. Score!
But I, - that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love’s majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them,-
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
- Richard III