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Introduction


Hi, I'm Lemon Tree, and this is my second blog. I don't like to manage more than a blog at a time, it's true, but some difficult circumstances kind of force me to do so.

Lately, I've been more and more drawn to Shakespeare and his wonderful works. I know I can't put all of my thoughts on him and his works on my personal book blog, since it contains so many other things (among which challenges and stuff), so I decided to make a new blog focusing on my feelings about the Bard. Therefore I name this blog, “to one, of one, still such and ever so.” (Perhaps I need to add, “let not my love be called idolatry,” just a little bit of fangirling.)

Now, I don't expect it to be a “serious” blog sort-of thing, but I want it to be a blog that talks about Shakespeare as a funny, and sometimes sarcastic, fellow. I'm not an academician, and I admit I have very limited knowledge on Shakespeare, therefore my opinion and interpretation might be unusual, of even worse, pedestrian, and therefore comments are very, very welcome, even necessary.

Great. Because this blog is mainly for fun, and not for serious stuff, I don't want to try to classify stuff so much, or make very tidy organization of tags, and so on, so I will only perhaps write and write and bore you with fangirling stuff.

Also, having written my Bad Translation on my other blog, and seeing that it doesn't fit pretty well there, I will move them to this blog (one day, please be patient) and try my best to make progress on it.

It has been a quite long post for an introduction, so thanks for reading and please enjoy my blog.

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  1. Yayyy! Congratz for the new blog, would you permit me to put this blog in my Dickens and Zola blogrolls? :)

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  2. I subscribe)) A nice new beginning! Kudos for being brave enough to write about the Bard, I usually find it rather difficult...

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    1. Thank you~ Yes, that's right. It's not easy, and I feel a bit afraid writing about the Bard. Let's hope things will be just fine.

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