The Sunday Schmooz

Nineteen Pancakes Are Too Much

Jun 19, 2022

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And nonsense. Absolute nonsense. Because it’s a Sunday.

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Sunday Sing-A-Long

Shakespeare Pot-Luck Brunch

Something for the tummy, paired with something for the soul.

Bring your side of soul by recording and sharing your favorite piece of Shakespeare.

Julius Caesar - Act III - Scene I

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,—
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue—
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;