...by the quart in every vein
Taught Macbeth today. One section went well; the other section, I think, gave up on school about two weeks ago.
But really all I have to say about this play right now (before I go cloister myself in the library for some more frantic reading, or at the least some more frantically attempting to stay awake--I am so tired) is that when I hear or read the phrase "milk of human kindness," my first thought is never Macbeth, even when I am *reading* Macbeth. No, it's always Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady.
But really all I have to say about this play right now (before I go cloister myself in the library for some more frantic reading, or at the least some more frantically attempting to stay awake--I am so tired) is that when I hear or read the phrase "milk of human kindness," my first thought is never Macbeth, even when I am *reading* Macbeth. No, it's always Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady.