Leary

I was standing in my garage the other day before I left for work and I was flipping through a copy of King Lear that was there on top of a box of stuff. I was reading the ending and I was suddenly touched by strong emotion. Shakespeare often does that to me. I think a lot about my life when I read Shakespeare. A lot of the dreams that I had for myself when I was young are tied somehow to learning, and so I guess nothing more embodies my feelings about learning than Shakespeare. I always hated reading the stuff in high school, but remember when in a literature class at a junior college Shakespeare became something that I could understand rather than a tedious impenetrable mess of bad english. I really step outside myself when I read it.

My life is a much more mundane play than King Lear.

"Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer."

Another picture from the parade.