Shakespearean Comedies

Shakespeare
Item I: Known for his tragedies. These I find hard to separate from pictures of European actors with pasty white faces and long, puffy wigs embracing each other, brandishing daggers either in their hands or in their hearts. As the philosopher John Evans said, it's hard to defend a culture whose apex of human development was unisex fancy costumes and effeminacy. In short, the touch of the velveteen dandyfop attends even my favorite tragedy, the one most heavily endorsed by the night-haunted and moon-haunted lyrical Germans, the sweet prince of Hamlet.
Item II: No one appreciates his comedies. This I intend to remedy, and that right swiftly, in what power of the moment is granted. Take Twelfth Night: The last song of the comedy is worth the price of admission alone. You can't beat Ben Kingsley as Festae the Clown. It's like passing up a command performance by Ben Cross.
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