But I Never Listen To Music While

I Was In Venice Teaching, So I Reread Henry James's "the Wings Of The Dove." I Love James.

First Of All, Shakespeare Is About Pleasure And Interest. He Was From The First Moment He Actually Wrote Something For The Stage, And He Remains So.

Literate Households In The 17th Century Would Have Had The Bible, John Bunyan's "the Pilgrim's Progress," And A Couple Of Other Books. Shakespeare Plays Were Cheap, So You Could Buy Those, But A Folio Cost A Pound, Which Was An Incredible Amount Of Money Then.

First Of All, There Was A Volcano Of Words, An Eruption Of Words That Shakespeare Had Never Used Before That Had Never Been Used In The English Language Before. It's Astonishing. It Pours Out Of Him.

I'm Reading Hans Kummer's "in Quest Of The Sacred Baboon." It's Wonderful. It's A Scientist's Journal About Baboons, But It Relates To The Search For Human Origin.