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Schreiberling mit Schlafproblemen | Golden Age Syndrome | Theaterherz | Fanboy | Freak | Britische Seele Schottisches Herz 

When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.

 I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its. wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."


When that I was a little tiny boy, With a hey, ho the wind and the rain. A foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it raineth every day. ~William Shakespeare /Twelve Nights


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I am a lost boy from Neterland.
Neterland is home for lost boys like me. And lost boys like me are free...