The Greeks and Shakespeare understood madness. Look at how Regan and Cornwall go to work on Gloucester’s eyes in III, vii of King Lear or how the maenads tear apart Pentheus in Euripides’ The Bacchae. Real madness is rage that does not diminish, one that keeps finding sources of more rage. It becomes an instrument of perpetual motion made of flesh and endlessly producing malice. It strikes out at anyone […]
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