Can you remember that moment , reading or seeing a Shakespearean work, when something leapt out at you? When you heard the sound of a nail being hit firmly on the head? When you wanted to leap up and shout "He's right! He's right!"
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For me it was about 28 years ago when I was taking "A" level English at evening class, trying to get into university, and we read "Lear".
"Asfiles to wanton boys, are we to th'Gods;
They kill us for their sport."
Act IV scene 1
In my only slightly post-punk nihilism I thought this was an apt description of the human condition.
What's yours, and why?