February 2nd, 2017 → 9:41 am @ // No Comments

“My reason…Hath left me,
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly express’d.”  – Sonnet 147

The Shakespeare discussion group I participate in recently decided to begin discussing the sonnets.  And at random started with Sonnet #147.  It is about someone who is heartsick in love, but these lines made me think of the madness of Donald Trump.  Love and madness can sound frighteningly similar.

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