Much Ado about ...
Written by Shakespeare-wannabe
(7/21/2013 6:23 a.m.)
My Lady Catherine,
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. Yet one Benedick, a veritable prince's jester (who swore he would die a bachelor) now takes pains to thank me and fixes on me his dull cow's eyes. And all this with neither encouragement nor favor from me; verily I was loathe even to bid him come in to dinner!
My stomach turns sour at the thought of another such encounter.