I feel disappointed, but I don't remember just what I expected.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
A laughing Lear would be monstrous. Not so a laughing Romeo and Juliet.
Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.
Some live in a state of passionate indecision.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.