Until this morning I knew nothing of "Shakespeare Hour LIVE!," a weekly, online production of The Shakespeare Theatre Company in Washington, D.C. What a find! I'm not much of an internet explorer — I stumbled on the reference in today's Maureen Dowd column — and such is the cost, I suppose: having overshot, all this time, all those hours of literary critiques of Shakespeare's toil and trouble, and, of rather recent cultural origin, much entertaining ado about nothing. Imposing modern sensibilities on the Elizabethan ethos and the Bard's genius is just silly.
Anyway, for the favor. Right off, at 00.02.25, the guest, saying "I do think…," follows with some word that, to my ears, is indiscernible. The amiable moderator then remarks that her comment is brilliant — something with which I might agree, but, alas, I can't make out.
Prithee, could someone tell me what she is saying?
My late wife used to be both amused and annoyed in movie theaters, where I was wont to whisper, "What'd he say?" In this case, what did she say? I'm not hard of hearing, but I do need a keeper and, on ocassion, an interpreter.