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

Art

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.)

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