Oh, the ignominy of it all!
Scientists in Leicester, England said Monday they have confirmed that King Richard III's remains have been found under a parking lot [my italicized tears].
It's true, as Lady Anne said of the last of the Plantagenet monarchs, that "Never hung poison on a fouler toad." Yet his is my favorite Shakespeare play, for Richard is permitted ample space, as was Shakespeare's custom, to explain to the audience just why he is such a dreadful prick:
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time.../ since I cannot prove a lover.../ I am determined to prove a villain/ And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Richard's last literary words were, of course, "my kingdom for a horse!" Now I'll think of a car lot. It's not right.