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Through The Looking Glass… February 9, 2007

Posted by K in Faction, Life.
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Lona, yes the one with the unfortunate name, turned the last page of the book and sat back in her chair. Iago, she mused. Iago had power, unbelievable power. Each and every speech of his was poisoned with deceitful suggestion. His words played on minds, introduced doubts and sowed suspicion where none ought have existed. He lulled, licked and snaked his way into the darkest interiors of hidden minds. And oh! He was so effective.

The next day, returning from school, Lona realised that Shakespeare’s brilliance lay in holding up a mirror and inviting the world to look in.

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1. Manas - February 10, 2007

I am lost. Who’s Lona?

Everyone is not a Iago… That is why the world is still surviving, don’t you think?

2. pr3rna - February 10, 2007

Interesting post.I read it thrice and enjoyed it more than the previous time.

3. sporadicblogger - February 10, 2007

Thank you, I’m honoured that you read it thrice 🙂

4. sporadicblogger - February 10, 2007

Manas- Sorry, this does seem a bit where-did-that-come-from. Lona birthed here-https://sporadicblogger.wordpress.com/2006/11/27/hypocrite/

No, everyone is not an Iago, I agree. But Iago, as created by Shakespeare, is not complete fiction either. In fact representing reality is what Shakespeare was brilliant at, me thinks. His characters could be people you know,have known or known of.
I think I saw an Iago that day. This post was a reaction to that.


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