my man shakespeare

In the time of sewage thrown out of windows, London had it RIGHT.

For all our Mets and pyrotechnics and decadent stagecraft, the cradle of Anglo society 400 years ago is where it's at. You could sit and stand and watch the spit fly as actual humanity unfolded on the stage mere feet from you. Guilt and rage and fire and love and jealousy--the whole gamut of human emotion expressed in the strongest prose ever written, framed by applause and cheers and the clang of swords.

C'est AWESOME.