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By: Piercing Eloquence travels into the Wild Taming of the Shrew « Bardolatry: True Confessions of a Shakespeare Nerd

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 00:47:38 +0000

[...] is; the first two do not count. A considerable hint if not definite answer can be found in the troupe picture taken in Canton. Process of elimination may work for you, if naught [...]

By: bardolatry

bardolatry — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 21:43:27 +0000

My dear Zachary:

I ought to thank you, but I believe yours is also a revisionist history, as the very best come (naturally) from those who were not actually there. I don’t believe their enmity was enhanced by anything but more annoyance.

I think that West Virginia may certainly be the closest of the second leg of our tour, not that it’s saying much; we were much closer on the first leg of the tour, but if you’re gallivanting around in the far north, it was clearly of no convenient avail.

My dear Frave:

I am so sorry that you are ill! But I am flattered to be part of your dreams. Your fever dreams make more sense to me than most of my normal, everyday dreams do; most of my dreams contain nothing so likely or pertaining to real life as would me answering all the questions, or even dancing with a cat. They are more often about something like vast universal wars between the gods.

Much love to you (as always) and all my wishes that you should Get Well Soon!

By: Melissa (Frave)

Melissa (Frave) — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 21:59:10 +0000

Oh my dear little Frave,
I have been sick with a fever for a couple of days, and, because of the fever, have been having some really crazy dreams. The only good part about the fever/crazy dreams is that one of them prominently featured you and in another, you were a featured player. I was teaching a class and someone kept answering my questions and it turns out it was you (it wasn’t you at the beginning, I think, but I discovered it to be you after the fact – if that makes sense). BUT the best part of my dream was that you were going to be doing Merchant at my university that very evening. And we did a little dance with Sophie the Cat (why she was in my classroom, I am unsure – I told you these were crazy fever dreams). Sophie may have been there because in another dream we were building her an office, complete with cat-sized desk. You were helping with the decorating of her office.

I miss and love you!

By: Zachary

Zachary — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 11:11:25 +0000

Let’s not fall prey to appealing revisionist histories. She writes, “you were That Girl, but some good came of it” … I say, no good did. Your mental alterness only served to remind–by means of contrast–your instructors that their classes are chockful of mouth-breathing, pre-professional zombiebots, and was therefore discouraging. This is why none of your former classmates is willing to sit down for cookies and a chat about verse; for you roused in each of them a vital, powerful enmity, one enhanced by your enviable eloquence and charm and verve and wit. Since I never was your classmate, perhaps I could be persuaded to join you for a sit-down if ever a moment was made available for such a diversion.

I plan on seeing you in MOV in Fairmont; unless there is another date, in a nearer location?

By: bardolatry

bardolatry — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:29:59 +0000

I love you, too! It’s not all, for me either, but a lot can be expressed in those three (four) words, provided that one means them honestly. As I do. And I owe you a debt of gratitude for being in an English class with me and still not hating me. I hated myself sometimes, so that means that at least two people, namely you and the Professor, did not hate me.

And I miss you, along with English classes. Really, if I could just talk about poetry with someone, that would be fine. All we’d need would be some assigned reading, someone to bring along some tea or coffee, perhaps, someone to bring along semi-flavourless cookies, and someone to bring along their Professor friend, to illuminate the text for us. Perhaps we can grade papers in exchange.

By: Tony D

Tony D — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 07:39:59 +0000

Can I say …long post which of course I had to read all the way to the end! hahahahhahahahaah!!

By: Stephanie

Stephanie — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:34:53 +0000

I love you.

Nay, that is not all, but ’tis true nonetheless, and I am tired, so it must suffice.

That is a truly pretty dress, and I am not usually one for bows and flowers. Perhaps it is your knack for looking good in everything.

Also, you were That Girl, but some good came of it, since I know at least one professor was grateful for signs of consciousness in his classes, and also it’s how I met you. English nerds unite! I wish I had a Romantic/Victorian lit class to drop in on.