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6/9/10, 10:00 PM
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6/9/10, 10:04 PM
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My 10th grade english teacher was all about Shakespear. He was weird. I hated that class. He hated me. He would go around and open all the windows and make me stay after class and close them. He was the last class of the day and he knew I had 10 minutes to get to work after school.
6/9/10, 10:05 PM
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That's cool. Humor is a very subjective thing. Very subjective. It's like trying to explain being a Dallas Cowboys fan to an Eagles fan, or why someone can be a Democrat and not be a complete idiot.
It has some good moments. But nothing compares to Seinfeld in my book. I continue to watch it to this day.
It has some good moments. But nothing compares to Seinfeld in my book. I continue to watch it to this day.
6/9/10, 10:08 PM
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That's cool. Humor is a very subjective thing. Very subjective. It's like trying to explain being a Dallas Cowboys fan to an Eagles fan, or why someone can be a Democrat and not be a complete idiot.
It has some good moments. But nothing compares to Seinfeld in my book. I continue to watch it to this day.
It has some good moments. But nothing compares to Seinfeld in my book. I continue to watch it to this day.
6/9/10, 10:12 PM
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My 10th grade english teacher was all about Shakespear. He was weird. I hated that class. He hated me. He would go around and open all the windows and make me stay after class and close them. He was the last class of the day and he knew I had 10 minutes to get to work after school.
St. Crispen's Day Speech
William Shakespeare, 1599
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
William Shakespeare, 1599
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
I mean who wouldn't want to go chop up some frenchies after hearing that.
6/9/10, 10:22 PM
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My teacher always had us memorize certain parts. I still remember this from the Merchant of Venice...
In Sooth, I know not why I am so sad. it wearies me, you say it wearies you. But how I caught it, found it, came by it, what stuff tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.
6/9/10, 10:25 PM
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Only a little thinner. 
Did you notice the young batman as the squire? Christian Bale.
That's whats cool about Shakespeare. I only wish they taught it more. A little less Romeo and Juliet and a little more Othello and King Lear.
Did you notice the young batman as the squire? Christian Bale.
I have no sound. T-Storms last week blew out my subwoofer and speakers won't work without it.
My teacher always had us memorize certain parts. I still remember this from the Merchant of Venice...
My teacher always had us memorize certain parts. I still remember this from the Merchant of Venice...
In Sooth, I know not why I am so sad. it wearies me, you say it wearies you. But how I caught it, found it, came by it, what stuff tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.
6/9/10, 10:41 PM
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Wouldn't that be nice.
6/9/10, 10:44 PM
I'm tempted but I still have a note $ I need to get to you if you still have my shaw email tell me where to send it ;-(
6/9/10, 10:46 PM
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