A blog for a few of my favorite things.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d
Edwin Austin Abbey - King Lear, Act I, Scene I
literature series → lady macbeth
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. make thick my blood,
stop up th’access and passage to remorse,
that no compunctious visitings of nature
shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
th’ effect and it. come to my woman’s breasts,
and take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature’s mischief. come, thick night,
and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
to cry ‘hold, hold!’
So, when this loose behavior I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
"For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
And, even in thy behalf, I’ll thank myself
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember’d in thy epitaph!”
Shakespeare on Better Book Titles.
There have been several, but I think the one that has made me laugh the most is the series of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” by Lemony Snicket. Mostly because of Lemony Snicket’s involvement in his own narration. The actual kids and the actual story itself are not particularly humorous, but Lemony Snicket’s ongoing commentary is, and when I was younger reading the series I quite enjoyed it.
As for any others, the most that I think of offhand are things I read as a kid. The Bunnicula series, for example. But I think for a “older” (if you want to call it that) humor, Shakespeare and Mark Twain will not let you down. Particularly Twain’s diaries of Adam and Eve.