My mind is like a big portmanteau, stuffed full of random leaves of ideas that float out and into the limelight at the front of my brain and zip off again often before I can really grasp them. Here I will jot them down and you can help me make sense of them.
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
The Bard of Avon, confimed
I have written here before about my conviction that one William Shakespeare was the true author (maybe with some help) of the plays we attribute to him.
Now a book is about to be published by a number of scholars who agree that the man from Stratford not only could be, but most likely is the writer of those great works.