I had not yet had the opportunity to now I look at this classic. But as I entered the challenge Shakespeare, I have more motivation to play the scene of this fabulous author.
History? Action begins in Venice, where Othello has married the beautiful Desdemona, against the advice of the father of it. After this revelation, they leave separately in Cyprus, where Othello is appointed.
A story that seems to start well either? A valiant warrior, who it is "Moorish", found woman smart enough to ignore the racism, (then it seems significant is not it?), And is recognized by his superiors.
but guess what, there is something rotten in the story. Finally, someone. Iago, who took a dislike to the Moor because he has not appointed to a position he felt deserved.
So begins the relentless plied conspiracy woven by Iago. And nobody can stop ...
Again, I stayed glued by the talent of Shakespeare's characterization of characters. Desdemona is angelic and loyal, deeply Othello doubt himself and is a boundless naivety, and Iago, is a Machiavellian uncommon.
We feel from the first lines that the tragedy will occur. Yet I could not help but shudder to expect a different outcome, and pity the victims of Iago. Othello is so human that we might get the impression that he really existed, it has really suffered all the torments of jealousy and betrayal.
I'm thinking that by closing the book that I need the courage to read Shakespeare in the text, in English, to fully appreciate his work. And
excerpts, because it is really worth:
"For do but stand upon the foaming shore, the angry waves seems to pelt the clouds; blade, shaking in the wind high and monstrous mane, seems throw water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the fixed pole. "
Othello: - "Oh, my bird, if you are rebellious to the falconer, when you would be attached with every fiber of my heart, I will hunt you in a whistling wind and I leave you to find your prey to chance ... Maybe because I'm black and I'm not in the conversation flexible forms of schemers, or because I am inclined towards the vale of years, yes, perhaps, for so little, she is lost! I am outraged! and consolation that I have left is to despise. O curse of marriage, we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I would rather be a toad live and vapors of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love the use of others! Yet that is the scourge of the great, they are less privileged than small ones. This is a destiny inevitable as death: the plague is fated to us horned soon as we take life ... "
- "The sky would have liked to test me by setbacks, he would have rained all sorts of evils and humiliations on my bare head, he would have plunged into poverty to the lips, it would have doomed to captivity me and my hopes supreme; well! I found somewhere in my heart a drop of resignation. But, alas! make me the number fixed as the time of the contempt of the needle means moving slowly! Yet could I bear that too, well, very well! But the place which I had chosen the attic of my heart, and where I must draw life, on pain of losing it! but the fountain from which my source must flow not to dry up! to be discarded, or unable to keep it as a cistern where ugly toads mate and multiply! ... Oh! changes color to this idea, Patience, young cherub with pink lips, and take a look grim as hell! "
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