“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

Oh Macbeth, you ain't got nothin' on Othello.

Today Lukey and Simon are coming round to dinner so I need to put the book down, pick up the hoover and put the chicken in the oven like a good little woman!

Shakespeare feels my paranoia, man.

'But Heaven in thy creation did decree,
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts of thy heart's working be,
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.'