I recently finished reading some Oscar Wilde (one of my fantastic christmas presents) and The Portrait of Mr. W. H. blew me away. I had never really read much shakespeare aside from the once a year plays in grammar school and I'm kicking myself for not absorbing them more than I had. my sponge is dry. Regardless the story is about two friends discussing the mystery dedication of Shakespeares sonnets. A suicide, a death, twisted between Wilde's words and shakespeares sonnets made for a remarkably good read.
take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
to live in an elizabethan era would have been most pleasing to me.
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