- To say you’re welcome were superfluous.
- To place upon the volume of your deeds,
- As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
- Were more than you expect, or more than’s fit,
- Since every worth in show commends itself.
- Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
- You are princes and my guests.
Pericles, Prince of Tyre, Act II, Scene 3
Welcome to my feast of mirth. Think of it as Hedingham Internet, my virtual castle. It’s where I do my writing now. A blog is more convenient than a sheaf of inky pages, and much harder to lose (or destroy).
It’s not easy to discuss being Shake-Speare on Twitter. If I wasn’t already dead it would kill me. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but
140 280 characters (still) doesn’t get the job done.
- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
- Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
- And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
- Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
- And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
- And every fair fr
And so a blog, for the things that need space and time. I tweet links to anything I post, so if you bookmark this site and follow @edevere17 on Twitter, you’ll see everything. Twitter is also the place to find me for comments or questions.
A suggestion: even after my posts go live I continue to tweak them. The web lets you edit forever – I never finish, I eventually just stop. If you read a new post when it first goes up, you might want to check it again a week or two later. The changes are often minor, but occasionally there’s enough of an improvement to warrant another look.
I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Again.