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‘My body being dead’…

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I don’t get it… All his friends there… His driver… Driving the car… His own doctor… Who happened to be passing?… I know… I’ve thought about it… A thousand times… But what does it matter whether his friends killed him or not… Harry’s dead isn’t he?… Poor Holly… The every-man… Who stands for us all… Struggles to reach the first conclusion… Let alone… The truth of the matter… Harry’s friends didn’t kill him… They merely arranged Harry’s fake death… At his behest… But where could Mister Greene… Have got such ideas?… There is an instance in our own illustrious history which mirrors this scenario.

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Christopher Marlowe was… According to the accepted historical record… Stabbed in the eye… With a dagger… By one of his own drinking companions… In an altercation over the drinks bill… And died shortly thereafter… At the time… Kit Marlowe… A recognised genius of literary art… Was in danger… Of being arrested… Tried and summarily executed… For the heinous crime… Of atheism… England in these days was… It appears… An extremely intolerant place… Especially for those involved… In the power plays of the English Court system… Could Kit… Have been spirited away from these shores?

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To avoid just this eventuality… And by the same friends with whom he was drinking on that fateful day?… Where would he go?… To France, perhaps… To live out the rest of his life in exile… Under an assumed name… And never again… To put quill to parchment… It is a romantic conception… But wouldn’t the world have lost forever one of its foremost literary talents?… But not, perhaps, if he continued to write… Under a nom de plume… Kit Marlowe died on the Thirtieth of May… Fifteen-Ninety-Three… Two weeks later…William Shakespeare… Published his first sonnet… Adonis and Venus?

3 thoughts on “‘My body being dead’…”

  1. Now Stuart, you touch on something that has fascinated me since a very long time when I read that book by Calvin Hoffman. And once you start diving into what is actually known – as opposed to surmised – about Mister Shakespeare of Stratford upon Avon, you come up with very little. For example, on the death of the playwright Ben Johnson, there was a procession through the streets of London; on the death of the Bard, there was an entry in the parish registry in Stratford – ‘Died, this day – (his birthday) Will Shakespeare, Gent.’ And the preface of his Venus and Adonis tells us that this is “The first heir of my invention.” Pardon??

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    1. Not familiar with that book, Jeff, will have to check it out. Is dying on your birthday equivalent to being born on the day of your death we may wonder? The preface is certainly ambivalent and suggests a mystery that has all the hallmarks of a very deep rabbit hole… 😉

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