Thank you Virginia Woolf for Rattigan Glumphoboo and inspiring me to go straight to my blog and post “whenever anything popped violently” into my head. Just finished a class on Shakespeare’s “King Lear,” and this rose up:
“These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide. In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked ‘twixt son and father. . . . the King falls from bias of nature, there’s father against child. We have seen the best of our time. Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves.”

