My April 22 post (MARK TWAIN ON DONALD TRUMP) was so well received that I’ve decided to give that theme (of holding up a mirror to The Tempest of Trumpian self-glorification) another go….this time, with the reflections of an even greater giant of literature: the Bard of Avon taking aim at the target of Twain and giving us his measure of the Tweeter of Twaddle. So, in case you haven’t given The Bard a second thought of late: straight from TAMING OF THE SHREW (filmed as KISS ME KATE), what say you….
and we’ll all know how….the Bard’s words speak to the Iago of Mar-a-Lago:
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides. Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.