I just saw "The King's Speech."
Blissful sigh. And then I babbled like a schoolgirl the whole way home, explaining in painful detail to JP why Geoffrey Rush auditioning for Richard III was so foreshadowy... monster takeover of throne and all that. "Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York."
I love Shakespeare.
I love theater.
I love language.
I love words such as "Beshrew me, but I love her heartily!"
And yet, when I enthuse to Eden about Colin Firth and all his yumminess, well, there you go... I'm reduced to "yumminess," ending with gems like "dude."
"Did you see when he walks into the dining room as The King and there's Jennifer Ehle as Mrs. Logue, all done up to be older? It was Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett!!"
Eden responds enthusiastically.
And I reply, "Dude! I know!"
So, here's a cheer to the versatility of my most used bit of vocabulary. I are eloquent.