Kudos, Bill.

The raven himself is hoarse,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan,
Under my battlements. Come you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here-
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty!
Hey y'all how's it going? Now before you judge me, Sunday's my day off. That's why there was no post yesterday. Not that I forgot or anything. Pssh.
The passage above is taken from Shakespeare's Macbeth. It's the scene in which Lady Macbeth, the little woman and better half of Macbeth, has decided to gut Duncan, King of Scotland so that her husband can rule. Basically, three crazy old ladies, with frogs and things falling out of the sleeves of their black cloaks, have told Macbeth that he will shortly be the Thane (Scottish for Lord. Foreigners.) of Cawdor, and after that, the King of Scotland itself. Macbeth is on his way home from a battle with his best friend Banquo and they're both high-fiving each other and going, "Dude, we KILLED today," when the weird sisters appear and give Macbeth this prophecy. Macbeth's pretty stoked and right at that point two messengers come from the King. So they walk in and they're like, "Bro, you're Thane of Cawdor," and Macbeth goes, "What??" and they go, "That's what she said." King Duncan has decided to reward Macbeth for his bravery in the battle by making him the Thane of Cawdor.
So obviously, at this point, he starts wondering whether the rest of the prophecy's true and he's actually going to, at some point, wear the crown on his ambitious head. After that the plot gets a little crazy. Basically, Lady Macbeth forces Macbeth to kill Duncan who is staying in their home-castle-type-thing. So much for that "mi casa su casa" stuff. Right after this, Macbeth gets really paranoid, kills his best mate Banquo and slaughters the family of a threat to the throne, Macduff. I'd say power went a BIT to his head.
Lady Macbeth herself is driven mad by the guilt of what she's done and commits suicide. The play ends with the weird sisters tricking Macbeth AGAIN and Macduff beheading him after a nice bit of battle strategy. I just love happy endings, don't you?
A bunch of kids from school and I acted out this play recently and, I'll be honest, despite the "unsex me" stuff and the blood dripping off various characters, most of the audience was falling asleep. Humph. Uneducated louts. We had a lot of fun preparing for it though so I guess that makes it okay.
I think that the problem with the twenty first century is that, even though we've discovered penicillin and the innumerable joys of reality TV, there's a lot less poetry in us as a species.  Our language tends to be curt and to the point, and courtesy is irrelevant. Acting out Macbeth, saying the dialogues, made me realize exactly how beautiful the English language can be. I'm not going to lie, I wish that, if I bumped into someone on the street,  instead of an annoyed, "Bloody hell," I would get a, "My dear miss, I do beg your pardon, the fault was entirely my own." I wish that the what we say and how we say it, is as important now as it was a century ago. While reducing the inconveniences of life to a bare minimum, we seem to have lost something important.
It's world autism awareness day! Remember, autism is not the tragedy, ignorance is. After that snobby, self-righteous post, LATERZ.
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