Good title.

I'm in Brooklyn Bagel and in the middle of studying the Renaissance, I ran out of index cards. At the brink of Shakespeare, with which I could build a house of index cards/Mirth/Seven Gables/curs-ed Atreus. Despite being overwhelmed by the impossibility of learning all of literary history, I kind of like sinking into this other world. More and more, I am checking out of reality to roll-a-dex my mind. When I was young, (I think certain people empathize with me here, certain friends who took the literary experience too far) I would think in Elizabethan English, and come up with characters I would talk to in my head. For example, here is how I ordered my bagel this morning:

Pray, that I may delight in your bagels,
With poppy seed and cream cheese just a schmear.
Oh clouds and cold, draw me to want of warmth,
Anon, a cup of joe for me provide.

It tastes better in blank verse :)

This is my favorite scene from one of my favorite movies, Shakespeare in Love. The audition scene. If you have time watch through the boat scene. I just used it to get pumped up for what is left of my Elizabethan morning.