Tuesday, June 10, 2008

These are but wild and whirling words

Jones, Keith. ““Why, you are nothing then: Neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife?”: Motives, Morals, and Marriages in Measure for Measure.” WORD and RITE: The Bible and Ceremony in Selected Shakespeare Plays. The Shakespeare Institute. 5-7 June 2008

All the wonderful material presented at the Shakespeare Institute Conference is wildly whirling in my mind.

Conferences like these are energizing—there’s a great deal to think about afterwards, and some challenging ideas to explore.

And that doesn’t exclude my own essay. I hope it will find a home in some journal or as part of a larger project. It was, I believe, well-received, but twenty minutes goes by remarkably quickly! 

By the way, someone inquired as to the word count for the essay, so I thought it fair to post that information here. The essay was 4,597 words long.

By my calcualations, that’s about 229 words per minute. And that’s about 3.8 words per second.

My goodness! I was reading at a good clip, wasn’t I?

[Actually, I did edit out about four or five hundred words while reading the essay. But I do tend to read fast when I’m nervous, and I think I may have packed too much into the presentation.]

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