King Lear I(i)
I’ve not seen Lear played, so it’s all in my head. These lines …
Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
Beyond what can be valued rich or rare,
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour,
As much as child e’er loved father found;
A love that makes breath poor and speach unable;
Beyond all manner of ‘so much’ I love you.
Gushing sentimentality, end-stopping hard on “father found”, perhaps Gonerill must pause for breath, then “a love that makes breath poor”. Is this not very funny? “… and speech unable” – obviously not, it is Cordelia that is ponderous tongue’d.
While the desp’rate wretches Iraqis houseless
Must bide the pitiless pelting Desert Storm,
Why read these old words?
Don’t let the disney get you down, boys!
Don’t let the disney get you down!
It’s a weak plot that’ll suffer from a spoiler … we know what will happen, we know she’s insincere extremely. This pantomime. Cordelia is not churlish (Lear is sugar-drunk on flattery) and there she stands a dowry in herself, “will you have her?”, something sexual in this, in her fine white robes.
I must read fear-of-vagina-in-king-lear.pdf
which is at hschelp.wordpress.com