In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a little research to be a dangerous thing; drink deep or taste not the, er, really, in this case perhaps the drinking metaphor is not altogether appropriate.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn't hate Hamlet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger's Tohu Bohu has also become something Gentle Readers used to enjoy probably more than once.
In which Your Humble Blogger is not ague-proof.
YHB finally read Father Comes Home from the Wars, the Suzan-Lori Parks three-part play set in the Civil War. It’s a remarkable work, really powerful stuff. The poetry of the... Read more »
In Which Your Humble Blogger checks his privilege. Yep, still got it!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure that in another twenty-five years, Angels in America will still be a pretty good demarcation line for before and after.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has progressive lenses now, which helps a lot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would actually get cast in the contemporary one about the middle-aged man getting married, achieving the normal domestic life he never thought he wanted and finding out that it really is all that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows of a woman from Bryn Mawr who wanted to meet Bernard Shaw. When she was asked why, she made no reply, but sharpened an axe and a saw.