The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
When I was in graduate school a guest professor, a Jesuit priest, read a source for this sonnet. It was astonishing, the source was almost identical, almost word for word, except that Shakespeare’s sonnet makes a great poem, powerful however little we agree with or believe it, whereas the source is dreary prose, plain horse shit. It’s as though Shakespeare could take Quasimodo and with a daub of pencil turn him into Brad Pitt.
That’s just a quick comment, my reading will follow, much later, this being a sonnet of only moderate importance to my overall reading.
2016 05 14 I suspend the menus and menus of menus till I can complete them, even half way, if ever.