Oh my God, Shakespearean superheroes. I have been craving histories superheroes for so long, and this is just the perfect angle on Falstaff. The whole thing is funny but bittersweet, and the view of Falstaff's self-delusion is dead-on. I love the mental games he plays with the discarded metal (of COURSE his real role in the war was in recruitment) and this last sentence sums Falstaff up as well as anything I've read:
"He can imagine adulation far better than any he's likely to get."
With such a glorious self-concept, why let yourself be bogged down by mundane reality?
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Date: 2012-09-04 12:24 am (UTC)"He can imagine adulation far better than any he's likely to get."
With such a glorious self-concept, why let yourself be bogged down by mundane reality?