In my mind's eye, Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.
Don't you love it that Prince doesn't use Twitter? Don't you think he's somewhere on a unicorn?
I thought I was God's gift to mankind and the greatest Irishman since George Best.
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