Harold Bloom has distilled King Lear to a 21st century truth:
Incessantly I reread “King Lear,” and find what takes my apprehension to its limits. Nature dwindles to nothing. Familial love turns destructive. Intergenerational strife becomes murderous. In this bad autumn I echo Lear: “We cry that we are come unto this great stage of fools.”
(Quoted from page 12 of the December 25, 2016, The New York Times Book Review.)
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