Because people prefer falsity to truth, illusion to reality.
Being the drift of my reflections on the plays I saw at Stratford this summer —
King Lear, King John, Man of La Mancha, Alice Through the Looking-Glass,
Crazy for You, Hay Fever.
The Beaux’ Stratagem • Masks, Madness, & Sonnets • Antony and Cleopatra
So many windmills, such little time…
A post on the logic of Charles Dodgson at some stage?
That’s a great idea. His graphical approach to logic (Lutwidge, not Quixote) was an early inspiration to me.
Synchonicity being what it is, we saw multitudes of wind turbines along the road to Stratford that weren’t there last year. Disappointed that none were turning, but a local told us they were just recently installed so not operational yet. I have a bit of video I may post later, probably to Facebook.
Calling Don Quixote❢ Calling Don Quixote❢
The windmill is such a wonderful motif for the circular logic of Cervante’s bleak comedy.
‘Mancha’ literally means spot or stain in Spanish. Are windmills a blot on the landscape or sensible ‘La Manchian’ sentinels helping to expunge mankind’s environmental smear?
To each his own Dulcinea?
Gee, & to think, I could’ve worked ‘quixotic’ into that reply too Jon!
The plays at the Stratford Festival are often set around a unifying theme. This year it was “Minds Pushed to the Edge”.
Nice program Jon. There’s an antipodean Stratford upon Avon nearby here. They have an annual Shakespeare festival, a small semi-amateur affair.
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Though the world be full of windmills, in our ceasless declinations.
Grant each his Dulcinea and a semblance of salvation.