“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!”
Act 3, scene 2, lines 1-3, &c.
From King Lear
Recently, well-performed, on stage, at UT Winedale.
Never ends well, not for King Lear.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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