Soul and Shakespeare

More from the soulful Mrs. Wititterly:

‘I’m always ill after Shakespeare,’ said Mrs Wititterly. ‘I scarcely exist the next day; I find the reaction so very great after a tragedy, my lord, and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature.’

‘Ye—es!’ replied Lord Verisopht. ‘He was a clayver man.’

‘Do you know, my lord,’ said Mrs Wititterly, after a long silence, ‘I find I take so much more interest in his plays, after having been to that dear little dull house he was born in! Were you ever there, my lord?’

‘No, nayver,’ replied Verisopht.

‘Then really you ought to go, my lord,’ returned Mrs Wititterly, in very languid and drawling accents. ‘I don’t know how it is, but after you’ve seen the place and written your name in the little book, somehow or other you seem to be inspired; it kindles up quite a fire within one.’

‘Ye—es!’ replied Lord Verisopht, ‘I shall certainly go there.’

‘Julia, my life,’ interposed Mr Wititterly, ‘you are deceiving his lordship—unintentionally, my lord, she is deceiving you. It is your poetical temperament, my dear—your ethereal soul—your fervid
imagination, which throws you into a glow of genius and excitement. There is nothing in the place, my dear—nothing, nothing.’

—Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby


2 comments on “Soul and Shakespeare

  1. Stefanie says:

    Why, if I love Dickens so much, do I not read more of him? Maybe I should make reading more Dickens my #1 reading goal for 2009.

  2. Sylvia says:

    He has become my favourite bedtime audiobook author. I think I just might go through his entire canon that way.

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