
How this man could write as he did, how he could construct characters as he did, how he could enter so fully and masterfully into so many types of writing, is something that it is beyond my mind's ability to grasp. And this may be the only picture ever made of William Shakespeare while he was alive.

Then again, this might be another one. I have a visceral urge to see as many portraits as I can -- probably in some subconcious, vain attempt to stare into his eyes and understand him.
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