Lear’s Lost “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks! King Lear (III.ii.1-3) Or, more properly Lear’s lost it. He’s wandering the blasted heath, his Fool in tow. Sunday morning there was a singular image in my feeds, showed the perfect … Lear’s Lost

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