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Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger.
'No, and if he were I would burn my library.


Found this tucked away in the shelves here in New Belgrade. My reading plans for the holiday ran aground after Rorty. I needed the Bard about now, though in full disclosure I needed more Beatrice than this afforded. All the classic conceits are on display otherwise: there's a masked ball and maladaptive bastards. There is likely more eavesdropping than at a security conference and just as many hollow speeches pledging solidarity and offering homage to dark matters past.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born

Thus I laughed and marveled and all the while harbored hopes for a Caliban to thwart surveillance capitalism and offer a return to the Fallen Atlantis.