Hi, everybody! It's been a long long while. (Sorry.) Busy as I am nowadays, I would feel more than guilty if I miss Shakespeare's 400th Death Anniversary. (Do we celebrate the deaths of people now?) Day of death is a perfect time to reflect on life. Not for the dead person, of course, but for us the living. We get to think about our lives this far, about what we have achieved and what impression we would leave on people. As for Shakespeare, we know what he had achieved, and what impression he left on people. Nothing can sum it up better than his own prophetic (or, depends on the interpretation that you prefer, narcissistic) sonnets. Take Sonnet 55 , for example. Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. That is what we call self-description. Howev