"What's done cannot be undone."
Can James Comey wash the imaginary blood from his hands? Was Lady Macbeth wrong?
"The play's the thing in which I'll catch the conscience of the king."
As act two unfolds, can Mr. Comey's Hamlet be contemplating Mr. Trump's manifest denouement after the ruler hears the damning testament ? Will the king tweet an armada of denials to which we will merely reply with a "methinks he doth protest too much", and deliver our indictment?
If Shakespeare were scrivener, would the final scene be one in which Mr. Comey makes amends for past transgressions? Will this be his resurrection or will he seem but a man "in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes", a "poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more"?
If for no other reason, this presidency is unforgettable for its intrigues, deceptions, its injustices and lurking evil. Its characters with flawed characters.
Shakespeare could hardly do better. In fact, I dare suggest he could not. Or as 45 might tweet of the drama he has created, "the best ever. Great. Great. Really."
"To be or not to be. That is the question."
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Or perchance, they are nothing more than “poor players who strut and fret their hour upon the stage and then (hopefully)are heard no more. …tales told by idiots, full of sound and fury signifying nothing."
JE
But ’tis a common proof
That lowliness is young ambition’s ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face.
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
et tu Brute
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