Oh, Susan—“Wifecat” The very idea of HER as “Wifecat” makes me think of Hamlet’s father, on the castle ramparts: “I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand on end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:”
Oh, Susan—“Wifecat” The very idea of HER as “Wifecat” makes me think of Hamlet’s father, on the castle ramparts: “I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand on end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:”