August 26 Day 239. Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Madness. Madness I tell you. Why would you go and see Hamlet and complain loudly and drunkenly about the language? "Why can't they just speak English for God's sake?" They were speaking English. Shakespearean English. You'd think if you had bought tickets to Hamlet that might be a concept you were vaguely familiar with. For the record, these were not school kids having been dragged along knowing they would be forced to write an assignment on the relevance of Shakespeare in contemporary society. This pair of women appeared to be paying customers there of their own free will. Well they were until intermission. They spent the first act filling large mugs with wine from a bottle in a bag. Then they left, much to the relief of all of us sitting in the same row who had endured their comments. Though this be madness. there is no method in it. None at all. It's insanely rude. Get thee to a nunnery, I say.