Epistemysics

Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…

The Amusing Miller

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Reading The Canterbury Tales in bed last night – or rather, merely the Miller’s Tale – I found myself laughing once.  That was most unexpected, to find humour in a 600 year old poem.  (It was the bit in the climax where the guy who has just had the red hot poker pressed to his backside screams out for water and therefore cues the carpenter, thinking Noah’s flood has come, to do what he does.)

I’ve had this yearning today, as well, to read Paradise Lost again.  Or rather, to dip in and out of it, just to get the texture of it in my head again.  (Not that I have actually taken the book down from the bookshelf, mind you.)

As of this moment I’m up to the Physician’s Tale.

27 lines on the play today.

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November 18, 2012 at 12:27 pm

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