Rumpus Room
My Father’s Face Time
CORDELIA “How does the king? DOCTOR Madam, sleeps still. CORDELIA O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up Of this child-changed father!” My father, after suggesting I do such-and-such with my life, would add: “Did I ever steer you wrong?” Well, no. Because […]
