Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice.
On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.
Tags: distance personal-growth othello being-left-behind outgrowing-others reference-to-shakespeare
Page 1 of 1.
©gutesprueche.com
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.