I know nothing that will tear my heart apart from reading Shakespeare: so much suffering a man has to do such a clown. And let me confess: I feel instinctively certain that Lord Bacon is the creator of this most monstrous kind of literature and the self-torturing of it: the blossoming third. What does that poor little kid of bland minds that have an American mind mean to me? Chummy and friends mug. But the view force to see the most powerful reality is not only compatible with the highest power to act, to do evil deeds, to do sinful work, but it is also a precondition for it. We still do not fully understand Lord Bacon, the first realist in all great meanings, who knows everything he has done, has wanted and has experienced for himself. Oh ho, get out of the way, my dear critics.