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 Moods for moderns

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Sep 18, 2001
You know who you are.

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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,--instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,--
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
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.


Evil, deformity, ambition, villainy. (none / 0) (#1)
by chloedancer on Tue Sep 18th, 2001 at 05:06:30 PM PST
"The opening words of this play reflect the persona of Richard, a deformed, angry man who hates the world that he believes hates him. In this soliloquy we see the workings of his mind, and how he is always aware of his hideous appearance. 'Deformed, unfinished, sent before' his 'time into this breathing world, scarce half made up,' his personality has grown warped. He is so ugly that the dogs on the street bark at him; women scorn him. And, so since he 'cannot prove a lover', he is 'determined to be a villain.'

"Shakespeare's Richard, with all his deformities, both of body and mind, is considered a physical manifestation of the corruption of the monarchy during the War of the Roses, a bloody moment in English history. In this long soliloquy, Richard makes no apologies for his villainy but rather embraces it and gives cause."

(Source: Richard III, All Shakespeare.)

Whatever floats your boat, babe. Me, I prefer The Tempest.

Oh brave new pretension that has Gielgud in it (none / 0) (#2)
by zikzak on Tue Sep 18th, 2001 at 06:39:53 PM PST
Some of us are too lazy to read and prefer highly stylized & visually stunning yet almost totally incomprehensible filmed interpretations.


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