It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.
Saturday, July 25
What Happened To The Duchess In Browning's "My Last Duchess"?
She died of moider.
Robert Browning was one of the few writers I studied in high school English that I both respected and enjoyed. Shakespeare too, though his plays are far better seen than read. (The performance of King Lear we went to see got a standing ovation from a crowd of teenagers.)
She died of moider.
Robert Browning was one of the few writers I studied in high school English that I both respected and enjoyed. Shakespeare too, though his plays are far better seen than read. (The performance of King Lear we went to see got a standing ovation from a crowd of teenagers.)
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