Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Shakespeare, As Always

... got there first:

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving of it.

This is in reference to the treasonous thane of Cawdor -- not Macbeth, but the one before him. And in fact Malcolm's point is that this fellow died a dignified and repentant death. So that part is different.

Still, it does get right to what we were thinking yesterday, about the late You-Know-bin-Who.

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