Back in November I compared the next President of the USA to Richard III. A little reluctantly, given I have some sympathy, and a degree of fondness, for Richard.
I’ve scheduled this post to coincide with Donald Trump’s inauguration, but at the time of writing, I’ve been, once again staggered by the chasm between the eloquence, intelligence, and dignity of the outgoing President and the barely coherent new guy. The new leader of the free world. A guy who certainly puts the ‘Twit’ in Twitter, I think. Except, as many Americans seem to realise better than us over here, this is too serious for puerile jokes – even if Trump leads the way in them. All our interconnected futures rest largely in the hands of this unpredictable, vain, and childish man.
Increasingly, I’ve come to believe that we will look back on President Obama and think:
‘He was a man, take him for all in all.
I shall not look upon his like again.’
Then today I came across this NY Times article. It’s quite wide-ranging, but with my super-Shakey senses (eat your heart out, Spiderman), I found and appreciated this remark:
Have there been certain books that have been touchstones for you in these eight years?
I would say Shakespeare continues to be a touchstone. Like most teenagers in high school, when we were assigned, I don’t know, “The Tempest” or something, I thought, ‘My God, this is boring.’ And I took this wonderful Shakespeare class in college where I just started to read the tragedies and dig into them. And that, I think, is foundational for me in understanding how certain patterns repeat themselves and play themselves out between human beings.
And over to Mr. ‘I love the uneducated’ …
Enough said, I think?