King Lear, Globe

Once again I trembled out of...happiness, sorrow, joy, compassion and finally mourning the death of the author himself. If you watch 'King Lear' in the Globe in London you cannot not think about Shakespeare and his times. And as in those times there was stupid people in the audience (only that this time they forgot to switch their mobile off) and like in his times they deserved obvious shush from more cultured members of the crowd. Like in his times there was blood on stage, rain and sunshine...Like in his days there was a dove flying down to walk on the stage just when the old King was about to wake up to see Cornelia again.

Only for few seconds did I remember my times - when a plane flew over the roofs of the theater.

But most of the time - time which I cannot stop thinking off - my soul was stolen and drifted over to well crafted fable about an unhappy King and his three daughters.

'Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
Ripeness is all.'

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