I met old man Lear last night at the Shakespeare Theatre. It was powerful performance with Stacy Keach giving Lear all of his magnificent complexities. Is this a man to fear or pity? To despise or love? The kingdom divided couldn't stand. Greed and powerlust caused its fall. And poor Cornelia loved her father, but was sadly scorned. Happy Father's Day Lear.
Now, I'm tired and have to go to work. The sky is clouded over. The air, though, is filled with light and gentle freshness so rare in Washington. Would that I could just putter today. The Putter
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