You are fucking KIDDING me? Wow. What's the betting she dies and leaves all her money to Elsie? (Do you think she had sisters named Beautiful and Clever and Virtuous and suchlike? Or Penniless and Moderately Affluent?

snerk. So far, it's been mentioned several times that her home is plain and simple compared to Elsie's house, with most of her stuff old and worn, but perfectly neat and clean. And she has a pet poodle and a cat.

I think it turned a lot of kids off of Shakespeare which is tragic.

No pun intended?

Elsie's father's younger brother, Arthur, who has already tried to injure if not kill Elsie twice when she wouldn't lend him money to cover a gambling debt, now owes another gambler a whole lot of money, and says that he'll pay it back by introducing him to Elsie, who's due to inherit a fortune as soon as she turns 21, so that the gambler friend can marry her. The sole thing that Arthur is ashamed of in this venture is that someone who's not from a good family will be marrying into his family.

Heh.

I think my first Shakespeare was ninth grade, Romeo and Juliet. After that, I think we only did Julius Caesar. The rest of my Shakespeare was all in college, and boy did I like it better when I finally saw it performed.

I grew up with a Shakespeare in the Park in my neighborhood. Anyone could come and watch and it was absolutely no frills. LOVED it as a kid.

My dad also read me Shakespeare plays as bedtime stories. I have always had a fond place in my heart for Taming of the Shrew.

Drive by to say I had possibly the best piece of fish I've ever had tonight, seared black cod with a miso glaze. Unbelievable.

I'm glad I don't live here because I couldn't afford to go back every night like I almost want to.

No pun intended?

I *almost* added that! Really.

A few more eccentricities of Aunt Wealthy: she mixes up names with similar words, so she introduces Dr. Prince instead of Dr. King, and Mrs. Sixpence instead of Mrs. Schilling. (And everybody, including Elsie, makes some rather unChristian comments about Mrs. Schilling, but she's poor, so I guess she doesn't count.) Another of Aunt Wealthy's eccentricities is that, a few times a year, she goes to all the shops to buy the bits and pieces of fabric left over and makes them into dresses for poor little girls. I have no idea why this is regarded as something weird rather than a good example for others to follow.

We were doing spinning backfists in karate today and I bruised my knuckle. It looks all purple already. I'm icing it and typing one handed. Ouchies.