Just watched "Anonymous"; the movie which follows the theory that it was in fact Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford, who penned Shakespeare's plays and Shakespeare was nothing but a "merely player". Sincerely, I always had a big doubt about William Shakespeare; his greatness and genius would just bother me, I did not want to accept that it was fair for one person to have accomplished so many works each having a great artistic value. Yet, proving him a complete fraud, even in fiction was a heart-break.
It did not however tear down my innocent belief which was hidden deep down my soul -somewhere beneath my jealousy- that kept its faith in the existence of pure intelligence. The name William Shakespeare might be nothing but a shell, still there lies a genius beneath.
So whoever is for real:
Though our story is at an end, our poet's is not; for his monument is everliving. Not of stone but of verse. And it shall be remembered. As long as words are made of breath. And breath of life.
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