I’m beginning to think Richard III might be one of the best pieces of literature I’ve ever read.
I’ve read a great many books in my time - surely not as many as Akilah White (that nerd ho…+ sideway dirty stink eye)! But, even though I read this book in high school (which feels like many moons ago now), I still randomly remember quotes and bear thoughts of images my vivid imagination conjured up those many years ago.
For a long time, I found myself imagining Richard’s horrific form and thinking of how unfortunate he must have looked.
LOL! Noo, I’m sure he looked worst than that! :D Nevertheless, I thought of how shitty he must have felt when he was spat at and cursed without reserve.
The word ‘basilisk,’ from the first act had me quite taken for a little while. I wondered what that might look like and just generally marveled at the word itself. It’s quite a word isn’t it - the kind that you want to just repeat and think about… (yes, I’m sorry for myself)!
I constantly thought and occasionally think about the children (who I was most sorry for). I think of how horrid it must have been to be locked away without their mothers…. And how cold and dank and dark that tower must have been…
And finally, til I die I may never be able to get the infamous line, ‘A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!” out of my head. For some reason, that line comes to my mind relatively often…
Like this morning when I was doing the dishes.