Shakespeare has been with me, all my life. In school, I studied Richard II, Romeo and Juliet, King Lear, The Tempest and Macbeth. My father loved Shakespeare and could recite, off the cuff, from at least a dozen of the Bard’s plays. On his 90th birthday, he recited the Seven Ages of Man from As You Like It, at a lunch in his honour.

It was faultless and chosen then, by him, for the irony of he, being like Shakespeare’s old man, ‘sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything’ and on that last note, the inveterate showman that he was, he gestured with his thumb to himself, dropped his eyes, with a wry smile and accepted the plaudits of, not just his family, but of everyone else in the restaurant, that day.

Without Shakespeare, we can’t vanish into thin air, become a laughing stock or be, as dead as a doornail. His influence is immense and incalculable.


From webcomics and essays to videos, a collection of some of the web’s most engaging Shakespeare-centric blogs.

via Shakespeare and Me: Bloggers Share Their Passion for the Bard — Discover

7 thoughts on “Neither a borrower nor a lender be

  1. This is a lovely post and tribute to your Dad. Our language owes The Bard a great debt. So many wonderful words and phrases. Hamlet in particular is one of my favourites, every second line is a quote! And I’ll never forget the first time I read “the green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on”, sublime imagery! Yes, I am a fan too!

  2. That was so lovely. My wife and I watched it, and it reminded her of the times she spent in Dublin when she was working on her MFA in poetry (she studied at an American university, but they did residencies at Trinity College each summer). She loved how so many people could recite poetry from memory – how literature, especially poetry, was so valued. I particularly liked the twinkle he got in his eye near the end.

    • I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m doing one of those Blog U courses, right now and got a selection of one word’prompts’ yesterday. One of them is grief . My father died in December, almost five months in to his 94th year. I’ve mentioned it, but I haven’t written about it. Everyone deals with grief in their own way and at their own pace, or, at least, they should be allowed to do so at their own pace. I think I’m ready to write something about my father. Thank you.

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