[William Shakespeare] Ì The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice [regency-romance-clean PDF] Ebook Epub Download è Othello The Tragedy of Othello, William ShakespeareOthello The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1603 It is based on the story Un Capitano Moro A Moorish Captain by Cinthio, a disciple of Boccaccio, first published in 1565 The story revolves around its two central characters Othello, a Moorish general in the Venetian army and his unfaithful ensign, Iago Given its varied and enduring themes of racism, love, jealousy, betrayal, revenge and repentance, Othello is still often performed in professional and community theater alike, and has been the source for numerous operatic, film, and literary adaptations 1974 2012 1603 1604 1565.
Jealousy, The green ey d monster, that is what the wise Shakespeare wroteOthello loved his wife, Desdemona, too much so, nothing could continue that fever, emotions lessen over time.
The mighty general was a very capable soldier of Venice, commanding respect on the battlefield, he could do no wrong, brave, ferocious, dynamic, his sword deadly, still life is complicated than just war, though, the Moor was a fish out of water, in a quite different, and strange culture, becoming a Christian, fighting for Europeans, against his former friends, marrying a gorgeous, gentle, young , very sheltered, naive woman, their elopement crushed the spirits of her father, Brabantio, an influential Senator, in the mighty Venetian Republic Assigned by the Duke, Doge to lead in the defense of their important colony, of Cyprus , against the Ot .
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green ey d monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on This famous quote made my 14 year old son, reading Othello for the first time it was his first Shakespeare ever , come into my room to complain He was deeply frustrated with the sweet tongue of the evil Iago, speaking in one way and acting in another, spreading fake news and rumours while pretending to be supportive and unselfish Iago is even worse than Uriah Heep , he said, referring to a controversy we had about David Copperfield some time ago I begin to believe that being umble is the most treacherous thing in the world, hiding evil purposes I of course had to go back and reread Othello in a haste to be able to answer properly, and I realised that my son has a point The truly honest people are not humble, and do not claim to be They show their strengths, weaknesses and intentions clear
Not trying to upset Proust or Joyce, but these days, it s Shakespeare who s been taking me to bed every night He s become part of my daily routine and his are my last conscious thoughts before departing to dreamland Granted, it could be another playwriter or even a regular book All I need really are small chapters that I can finish quickly when slumber s tentacles start to wrap my body and their calming effects slowly soothe my mind But it s been Shakespeare and any insomniac who s recently found a new drug isn t willing to give it up that easily So Shakespeare stays.
I ve recently finished Hamlet and King Lear and rated them 5 stars for I truly considered them nothing short of amazing plays, but I confess so much has been written about them, n Hands down the worst pillow fight in history.
Will you, I pray, demand that demi devilWhy he hath thus ensnared my soul and body Othello, end of Act VWhen I was about 9 years old, I put a healthy, live mouse into my parents microwave oven It was a summer day and I was all alone I had this devilish feeling inside me I knew it was wrong, but I had to do it I grabbed a kitchen chair, dragged it across the floor, stood on it, opened the door, and threw the mouse in Then I hit start.
At first it was no big deal The light turned on inside, the mouse sniffed around, and I watched from outside, keen to see the first sign of distress I felt exhilarated, euphoric, omnipotent This living thing this twitching, whiskered, beady eyed creature its life was mine for the taking, its fate mine for the making.
After ten seconds,