POST: 2011-06-23T11:43:55+05:30

I fancy too have my professional way of looking at things and am disposed to judge men,not by what they do but by the skill they have in the use of words.I know when an artist comes into my house,he sizes me up from the pictures on the wall and when upholsterer comes he places me according to style of chairs and the quality of carpet or as when the gourmet comes he judges by the cooking.....

POST: 2011-06-17T15:54:43+05:30

In Shakespeare we can see the Mirth of a roystering Falstaff,calculating devilry of Warwickshire Iago,Pity of Hubert,Perplexity of Hamlet,Swagger of Ancient Pistol,Bucolic simplicity of cousin silence,Mingled nobleness and baseness of Macbeth,Agony of Lear,sweetness of many a maiden who walked by Avons banks in ancient days and lived again in the Portias,Rosalinds of his mind.

POST: 2011-06-15T14:22:21+05:30

Shakespeare did not sit aloof like a perfect god imagining the world of imperfect creatures that he created.The world was within him and he was only the vehicle of his enormous ancestry and of the tumultous life that they reproduced in the theatre of his mind.