Watched an open-air Hamlet at the Bodleian Library yesterday. Magical! The Quad was a suitable stand-in for Elsinore Castle, all very majestic.
Pigeons flew around to roost as darkness fell, and the setting sun bathed the quad in golden light.
And oh, the poetry! Though I have last studied that play in 1986, I was surprised at how much I remembered, at how gorgeous the language was, and at how many phrases have entered the English language.
If I had not formally studied the play, I would not have enjoyed it as much.
Formal study, or self-study, adds so much depth to our appreciation of the arts, whether painting, architecture, poetry or film.
I was grateful to God for a magical evening.