Friday, August 9, 2013

King Lear, re-written for our times

Lear: Goneril, how much do you love me?

Goneril: I love you so much, my liege, that your government should let us file our taxes jointly. 

Lear: And, Regan, how much do you love me?

Regan: Not only does my love for you rightfully deserve a  joint tax-filing, my liege, it deserves all the other 1,138 benefits as well right down to the special benefits for Widows of the Spanish-American War.

Lear: And, Cordelia, my dearest fool, how much do you love me?

Cordelia: I am, my liege, at a loss to know how one measures love in terms of legal and financial benefits and so choose to say nothing.

Lear: Bigot!

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