Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Late may be upon me, but too late is yet to come.
Today as I was driving home from my pesky workout,I had a thought that struck me, perhaps pure intelligence flowing through my bones...
I ought to read Shakespeare!
I think I heard an ad on the the radio about the Shakespearean Festival coming up, and I wondered why it was I haven't read Shakespeare.
I did sort of read Othello in high school. I remember more what my teacher said about it than I do of the words in the book. But I recall the life lessons and instructions that the teacher taught from the words in the book. Words, when combined with great thought, create wisdom for our souls. And Shakespeare had a way with words.
Or so I have been told as I have not read too many of his works.
So - late or not, I think it is time to open up a good book and glean from the experience of the so called master. To hear the fine tuned phrasing of an art that is long waning. To educate in the art of literature.
If nothing else, at least I can then say I read him. Can you?