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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
(For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men),
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason! Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Antony's Speech at Caesar's Funeral from Act 3, scene 2 of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar


Just some more memory work, from high school this time, that has left an imprint on me. Perhaps not as large a one as I would like, but that is what time is for, right? Like a slight dip in a flat surface of rock that with the passage of time and the beating of the wind and rain eventually becomes a lake... I haven't met a whole lot of high school kids that just read Shakespeare for the fun of it, maybe I just don't know the right people, but I was one of those. Not to say I've read all of his plays even yet at this point in my life. But I do distinctly remember a time, while I was lying on the floor of a 15 passanger van, that I picked up my sleeping friend's copy of Othello and began to read and wishing that the drive would not end until I was finished with the book. Anyway....

I think I am quickly remembering why I used to like having a part-time job so much. At least one at which I worked most nights of the week. Now that I am pretty much only working there one weeknight and a little on the weekends, I have (what seems like to me) SO much time on my hands every night. It's kinda crazy. This is just the start of the fourth week of me working this schedule, and I am already getting rather bored out of my mind most nights. And add in the fact that my regular job usually isn't too physically or mentally demanding, and a few other factors in my life right now...and you may be able to see why it seems as though I haven't been sleeping so well lately. Too much boredom, just not tired, and too much stuff on my head. I have been making some feeble attempts (more so today than some days) to get my activity level up at home (doing push-ups and such) but it seems there is only so much one can do at home and the weather has just been wayyyy too cold to go out for runs. Even for me, Mr.-Lover-of-the-Snow-and-Cold, himself.

So anyway. Back the ambiguousness from a week or so ago... I think I am going to look into it a little more, and perhaps even persue it a little. I'll try to keep ya'll updated with the latest.

And I think I'm going to attempt to start a spaghetti/movie Monday, every Monday. So if any of ya'll want to come over next week, come on over. :)

And that's a wrap for tonight. Gonna maybe try to get to sleep early. Or maybe try to start catching up on some of the books I want to re-read...


music: "Cannonball" -- Vienna Teng (Damien Rice cover)




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