In The Apple Tree

Memories are made of these


Shakesbook

Horatio:
She has a face that would brook no argument of mine
Plum:
Indeed, she has no face for you at all.
Horatio:
No sir, she has a face that is like an open book
That shuts itself when e’er you look
I do say that is a Facebook.

Examination of the manuscript, from which the above is taken, suggests it is indeed Shakespeare’s unfinished Thirteenth Night.



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An elephant run wild, drunk on rum, calls for a female without hope of being understood. What to do? It is not 1947 now.

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