Free Reading

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest

I happened upon this article this morning.

Top 10 books about teaching

I’ll confess – there are some good reads in that list and a few that took me by surprise.  It was the inclusion of Shakespeare’s “The Tempest” that jogged this memory.

Of course, we know that we can go to the library and book it out.  After all, what library doesn’t have the complete collection of Shakespeare available?

Or, it’s just a click away here.

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare is just a click away.  With many of us doing our reading on a computer or tablet, this is a gold mine.


So, if you’re looking for a quick? Shakespeare read, head over and grab yourself some.

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  1. This takes me to a summer in the late 90s when I had the privilege of teaching an OAC English summer course in Oxford. A couple of us tried, whenever possible, to attend the college garden performances of Shakespeare plays. That summer, the Tempest was staged in Magdalen College Gardens. As dusk fell, we seated ourselves on the bleachers which faced a temporary wooden stage, nestled in an arbour with a backdrop of the river Cherwell. On the edge of the stage, at various spots, transparent glass bottles holding blue liquid were hung. The sky dimmed as the audience watched a largish wooden boat glide along the river in our direction. Oil lamps on poles let us see period dressed sailors guiding the boat to a landing spot close to the stage while “creating a tempestuous noise”. ( As the boat approached, actors crept from behind trees to play a tune on the waterfilled bottles. With much calling, howling, reprimanding, on the boat, it reached the shore as the water music players tossed their bottle contents into the air to simulate the stormy seas. Whenever I read or hear mention of the Tempest, this wondrous memory, as my mind recalls it, is called to mind.

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