“Have you pray’d to-night, Desdemona?” “Sure!” – says the lady, or, rather, “Ay, my lord, ” and, suddenly terrified because her husband’s rolling eyes portend deadly finale, starts begging, “That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.” “Shut up and be quiet!” orders Othello, or rather, “Peace, and be still!” Yet she continues, pleading “Kill me […]

The Elegance of Humble Shlishkes