Strooken deer, hart ungalled, fawn unchaste

If it weren't for Sir Ken, I wouldn't be reciting so many monologues in my car every day on the way to work. It's all his fabulous fault. He keeps me motivated, and it's been a lot easier to memorize this shite than I originally thought. The technique of adding a few lines to what I've already learned everyday while repeating it with the stresses of iambic pentameter (when applicable) helps a lot. Makes it almost as easy as song lyrics.

My favorite so far is probably Berowne's plea from LLL. It was the hardest one to get, (well, the sonnet was hard as well for some reason) but now it flows very trippingly off the tongue. I am also way too tempted to learn more Hamlet soliloquies, as delectable as they are, and I may have to cheat a bit on the "learning one speech from every play" before this is over. The ginormous speech (77 lines! Richard III's opener was 41!) from LLL about love is quite impressive, and was severely chopped down for Ken's movie version, so I'm apt to revisit that play as well.

Thank you, Kenny dear, for existing, and reminding me how much I love Shakespeare (who will always be my truest boyfriend).

My favorite photo, I think. It captures the warm, nerdy eloquence of his being perfectly. *girly sigh*