We are living a Shakespearean tragedy – actually a couple of them: Lear storming about ingratitude, Cassius in Julius Caesar plotting and the nobles of Rome alarmed by the arrogance and ambition of those in power.

Thought for the Day

“We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:

When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: and we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too,
Who loses, and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a walled prison, packs and sets of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon.”
- William Shakespeare, King Lear, 5.3.9

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