why am I...

feeling so tired, strange because usually feel good at this time. maybe because I took four long walks yesterday, my body just wants to rest today. but have at least one appointment at Library in the afternoon, and hope to "hang" with Shayla and Helen this evening at Sweetwater. Well we will see if this is possible.
Weekend, rested much of Saturday, saw Boyhood in the evening, yeah it is a really skillful movie. Yesterday, did as planned, started off at South Fourth, had good conversation with Joanna, also saw Clint and Kim, went to Cobra, only to find that Susan is not working on Sunday there any more. will be hard to see her, since Thursdays are pretty booked up for me, but will try, if not this week, maybe next. As far as Sundays goes, Dorian was there, nice guy, but don't feel a need to go there every week, none of Susan's regulars showed up, so pretty much watched football and drank coffee.
What this means is that Sundays, after checking in at South fourth are pretty open for me, possible trips to other parts of brooklyn, which I have been missing, maybe the slope or Prospect heights ( though that is probably pretty crowded around Brunch time) or Ditmas Park. Maybe one of the bus rides that I have been promising myself that I should take, maybe the one going up Ralph Avenue, could be very interesting. At any rate, the complexion of the day could be changed (though I don't think radically). After leaving Cobra, decided to simply walk up Wycoff, and did, past Myrtle (my usual end place0 and all the way up to Halsey Street stop, which is really on George Street. Wycoff changes radically one you pass Myrtle, becomes more wide open, parking spaces, etc. A little more mellow and possibly less deveoloped. . Took L to First avenue stop, walked up Stuyvesant Town first avenue to 23rd street, then up to Baruch for brecht play, not too bad, but a little too sober and intellectual. Walked again to seventh and 23rd, then took 1 home.
Tomorrow at Friends, three in a row, then some tutoring, we will see what happens, should be ready for it.

never in a million...

years did I expect a call from constance, the librarian at friends, asking me to sub for her. Of course I accepted, and now am completely exhausted (it is saturday morning). In library from 7:20 to 3:20, with two fifteen minute breaks, that is a brutal schedule that Constance has on Fridays. Arrived home exhausted, did nothing but rest the rest of the day and evening into today. Feeling better now, but still have a spent body. Beautiful day, dream of being at a college football game in the afternoon, that won't happen fora while.
But finances in good shape, and at least two days at friends next week. One thing about yesterday's work, it did give me a chance to catch up with all the students---had a million friendly conversations.All to the good.
So what about the rest of the day...?
After lesson, will improvise, as usual, see how I feel. Would like to get a standing room for Figaro at the Met, but wonder if I will be too tired to use all that physical effort (normally would be no problem). Maybe a movie like Boyhood, which I have been promising myself to see for the last eight or so weeks. Or maybe just
"hang" somewhere (not on the upper west side, though).
tomorrow, looking forward to the simplicity of a Sunday that will begin at South Fourth (nice to check back in there), continue at cobra, and then....well there is that one woman show about Brecht and his women that I could still see at the Fringe Encore series, or....maybe just (if not too tired) return to South fourth to chill again. Will figure it out tomorrow, meanwhile will try to just enjoy the day....

have some money in....

my pocket now, feeling a little less pressured financially. More lessons today (not sure how many). Am I gradually morphing from one area to another? Last night, decent energy after lessons, stopped off at Sports bar on 79nth street, watched a little bit of the ball game, not too interesting, of course, Baltimore has already won the pennant---don't take fighting for home field advantage too seriously (though some players might not agree with me)...interesting conversation with guy sitting next to me, a dermatologist, who was very cynical but not very involved. Very Manhattan centric, that is one of his problems, still seems no activism among the young---I disagree, see much activism, but you have to look for it---there is also a lot of disconnect. The gentleman failed to see the importance of the climate march or teachout's "victory" over Cuomo. I, on the other hand, think that there is a strong possibility for change. After beer and a muffin, fairly tired, walked down to the Center, asked a few questions about Film Festival, decided not to check out a movie, and wandered back to the apartment. Pretty tired, just went to sleep, slept better than usual.
Today will try to visit Erin at Burp castle; want to firm up with her the facts re next Saturday, calendar for next two weeks really filling up, yet next three days are kind of open.
Many possibilities if I wish to see movies, plays, etc...too long to go into. Hope to move around the city tonight, let's see how things evolve.....

long night....

last night, too tired after lessons to do much, but not very interesting, must do more tonight, should push myself no matter how tired I find myself. Nice day today, a decent energetic feeling, even as I hear about memoirs from a former soldier serving in Iraq, and how horrible we made it there.
Will probably return to Lincoln Center library today and read one more of Tanner's prefaces, probably on the Tempest. Still nervous about taking it out.
Strangely not much else to report, maybe more mellower than I tihink....need to move around the city a little more, have not been to Brooklyn in a while---need to visit Park Slope and of course, Ditmas Park, would love to walk around those buildings from my youth again. That seems to be all for now...

so there I....

was at 64th and Central Park West, yesterday about 10:30, looking for FUREE. And I could not find them.
So observed, and was so impressed by an endless stream of people, joining the march, walking north on CPW, probably coming from the subway or from the northern end of the park. Eyes were amazed! Great feeling, a sense that people really do care and want to get involved with problems that plague us today.Still, did not participate in the whole march, remained at 64th street for about two hours, saw no one that I knew, then walked to 72nd in the hope of getting some food, nothing there, by this time it was 12:45, and march had already begun, moving very slowly, realized that I probably could not last for that long a time on a slow march, desperately needed food or coffee, realized again that only recourse was to go, of all places, est, since it was impossible to cross west on CPW. Wandered east, towards fifth, ran into Friends alum Nick and companinon (who did not identify herself) good conversation, then hit Madison and later Lexington. Finally got some coffee and a blondie for some sustenance. By this time I had left the march far behind, went to the Barnes and Nobles on 86th street-browsed, felt tired, wanted to return home, but HOW?  Realized that I would have to take 6 to 110th street then walk across or try to find a bus. Did that, walked (believe it or not) to 8th, jumped on C and arrived at 70th street and CPW just when march was finishing; yes the final float was just crossing 70th street, three hours later, going all the way to the end. Then the police on motor cycles, folks standing at corner gave them a big round of applause, nice to see they responded decently.
Nice talk with young man from Arkansas and his parents.
Spent rest of the day in bed, have some students this afternoon, schedule for this week kind of shelling out, can I even consider going to CIty Ballet under these circumstances.
Not sure about tonight, will check in later EXHILIRATION!

so everything has....

changed, after two days at Friends, Realize the benefits of being there. Two very good days---really enjoy being part of the environment there, also time is used completely differently. Different feeling when participating in the structure.
Really did nothing last two evenings but unwind from the two days, not sure about today, tonight will see the Fringe encore piece at Baruch, after that...? Tomorrow is the climate march, have to arrange to meet Lucas and the FURIE group if I wish to march with them, otherwise, do it myself or march possibly with Adam and Val. Friends is sending 100 students there, that is very good.
Read Andrew Lohse's expose of Dartmouth fraternity house last night, easy to read, did the whole thing in one day--I am really amazed at how these boys adapt themselves to the incredible inhumanity that the frats practice. At Hopkins in 60, was rushed only briefly by the frats that I wanted to join, then blackballed by them,  only one that wanted me I turned down for being too "prissy", however realize that once I was bullied by a "brother" during pledge time, I probably would have rebelled. Even at 17, I would not have accepted that kind of treatment. I remember lots of depledges during that year at Hopkins.
Anything else, not really, maybe catch a movie this weekend, maybe not, climate march looms importantly in the distance......

very tired....

this morning, I think the two sessions (very productive) yesterday, really knocked me out---the usual, sleep until around 2, then up for quite a while, then back to sleep, second awakening around 7, felt I had very little left. Things are better now, as I sit in Lincoln Center library---building up steam and will meet Michael for tutoring later in the day. After that may try to see FRinge encore play about Bertold Brecht, but the way things are going, well you never know. Hungry to see a movie, but that also might have to wait.
Really looking forward to tomorrow, not much else to say......

so different today....

as I have just gotten another offer to sub at Friends this week (Thursday) so things are looking up.
more tutoring as well---a little overwhelmed by all the attention, but I think it will all work out.
Rainy day today, got up full of energy (should serve me well on Thursday and Friday) and finally hit the library around 11. Still not finding much excitement in the books that I have out of the library. Much excitement, however, from Professor Tanner's book---each time I read it more revelations. Still can't take it out of the library---too potent, will probably go back today and read another inspection of one of the plays------intense!
Not much else to report, stayed at home last night, what happens tonight depends on how tired I find myself.
maybe (finally) a movie, but this work at Friends may mean I can actually afford to go to a few of the film festival projects (rush tickets of course). Got to mellow myself out.....

wild and....

wooly, for some reason I am feeling that way now. Just got word that I will be at Friends this Friday, subbing for Kerry, this is good. Yesterday, a really good day traveling through my spots (south fourth, Cobra) in Brooklyn, excellent conversation with many people, really enjoyed my rapport with bartender Susan at Cobra, met several new people watching football (yes watching football). So what is the problem/?
Not sure, mind working very fast, supposed to have tutoring session today, but it seems like it is not going to happen.
Continued reading James Salter's novel, A Sport and a Pastime yesterday as I traveled, still not in love with it, but it seems to be getting better.
Returned to Bronx Saturday evening. Not much happening at art exhibit (though it was interesting to see where different Bronx artists were located), more interesting was the neighborhood itself, now all black and hispanic, functioning normally on a Saturday evening, I watched the families and others walking around 167 street between Jerome Ave and the Concourse. Of course the buildings, what stories they could tell. When exactly did it all change...? Late sixties, early seventies. When was the last Beethoven string quartet played on a phonograph in those buildings? We've been in this territory before, right, city-boy, but somehow I always feel the need to say something eloquent about it---this is inspired by my walking around the neighborhood. Something eloquent but not "magical" Why not...?
After library today, not sure.....possibly Trivia tonight at Boulevard with some friends. Possibly....

so the day....

ended with a brief trip to Mayday (thought there was a party, turns out just an open house tour) but got a chance to say hi to Lucas. He invited me to participate in art work for climate march this weekend, but don't think that I will do that---too impersonal or something. After that stopped off at Cobra, glad that I did, friends were there, good conversation, saw Whitey and Emily soon after---had interesting and telling talk with Emily, she is a social worker, travels all over the city into neighborhoods that even in the day, I would feel nervous about going into, yet she does it---good for her! Yet she was not aware of the Teachout triumph, had to educate her about that and the climate march, amazing how many bushwick denizens don't know about Mayday, urged Wallace and Chelsea, two good friends to take a tour of the place, very important.Stayed for a little bit of comedy, kind of boring, then left, felt to my surprise hungry, so I stopped into the Two Boots on Driggs for a slice, and had a good conversation with Michael re movies. Feeling more comfortable there---thought I might head over to south fourth for a final "hang" but instead got tired quickly, and returned home.
What about today. No tutoring - so totally free.
In the late afternoon will attend reception for photography at the former old people's home on the Concourse in the Bronx. Should be interesting, always see that is a "return" to the world that I once knew. Will probably be out by 7:30, what then....? Will play it by ear. Before that, maybe go to south fourth, fun if Merlin is there, or to library to pick up on Tanner book, still refuse to take it out---need to find something more riveting to read....

so on this day.....

I have decided to, at this point, leave it completely unstructured. Will improvise my way though it, which means what...? Significance of a birthday....? You tell me.
Yesterday, interesting day, continued my 'estrangement" until met student Robert at the library. A very bright articulate boy with some learning gaps, should enjoy working with him, picked up another possible student as well---this one a little more intense, left library feeling (as you might imagine) kind of upbeat and more relaxed than I have in some time.
Tired, afterwards, but worked against my protective instinct and went out to south fourth for the Karaoke session. Glad I did, the "gang" was there, good to see everyone, the group, Molly in particular, were very supportive. Sang two songs, then went home, left feeling that I really belonged. Nice group of men and women simply enjoying each others company and hanging out. Or so it seemed. Nicki is returning to Iowa to be with her dad who has Parkinsons. This, despite the presence of her mother---a lot of devotion there. Not used to a world where children take care of their parents.
Interesting, with so many things to see this weekend, many of them within my budget, I feel such an arbitrary sense, like I can't find meaning in going to any of them. Maybe I am just in to conversation and contact, so would find the world a little more interesting in a bar. Amazing how much of the city I can conjure in my minds eye. Just found out about an opening reception tomorrow for an exhibit that is taking place in a space on the Grand Concourse, my old Bronx stomping grounds (Oh, how I longed for a Concourse girl friend).
Tomorrow at 6, fascinating to be there, if I decide to return. But that is the whole point, just letting things happen......

things are looking....

up, got an e-mail from Kristen, asking me to sub on 10/2; that means two days in that week, really good.
Also got a call yesterday from a mother of a prospective student---will meet then in library at 4 today, looks like another student to add to the list. Still, at this point, feeling very restless---why...? Not sure. Yesterday, met former student Daniel, just graduated from Yale, at Chipped Cup, had a good conversation with him.
Came home and rested, then off to first fringe encore show, the "fatty" play, a bit disappointing. After that not sure where to go. Walked around the south village, MacDougal, Thompson, and of course Sullivan street, looking for a bar or a pizza place. On Sullivan, walked over to where the old Sullivan Street Playhouse was, (or where I thought it was) and "tried to remember" seeing the Fantasticks there. After nostalgic visit, found a pizza place on Bleecker, then next to it a bar named Concord, loud but mellow, where I could watch the end of the Yankee game. Not a lot happening, bartender nice, had an interesting talk with a guy who came in after me and sat down at the bar near me. A very light skinned hispanic guy named Jose Luis, spry and alive who must be 79 now. We compared notes about NYC in the fifties and sixties, he had to leave for a jazz concert at Poisson Rouge, but invited me to join him at Smoke, which is near where I live, on Mondays, when he goes there for jazz. Might do that one of these days, left and returned home, bumped into Marshall, owner of South Fourth at his other Bar, Formerly Crows, but did not go in.
And now, here i am, still restless, probably will be until the meeting at 4.

the dark....

"and tyrannous deed is done!" quoting from Richard III, but actually this refers to my sending my resume and cover letter to Calhoun. Not exactly the same thing as killing two little princes, but seems appropriate at the moment. Now that it is over can give my attention over to....what? 

As usual, the night had its anxious moments, possibly because I was so unfulfilled by trip to Lansdowne yesterday evening, usual time, watched several games, patter with bartenders was nice, but kind of quiet there, no really interesting contact, hard to watch a couple of games at at time though that is what I like. 

Decided to walk home, determination conquered all...no problem getting from 44th and tenth to 76th and West End. Was tired after that...again a wary sleep, but as soon as I was out, felt very positive and alive with things. Trying to put it all together, how is there so much to enjoy, yet I find myself very uuaggresive with money. 

Had a really good read from the Tanner book on Shakespeare yesterday afternoon at the library. Did Romeo and Comedy of Errors, there he really has some great things to say about it. Definitely feel fulfilled by my immersion with this book. Don't know if I will go back again today, but if not there...where...?

Heartened by Teachout's showing against Cuomo, also Wu's showing. Great to see that there is a public groundswell against the current Governor and his ilk.

Tonight, Obama's speech,will probably miss it see the fringe encore Fatty---will get the gist (and more) of it later.Well, it is a beautiful, brisk day....

what to do.....

Why is sending a resume to another school so difficult for me? Well, it is, much as I argue with myself. seem caught in this emotional bottleneck. Surely it won't hurt to let another school know of your availability, especially if they say on their web site that they are looking for subs. On the other hand, early, not much is happening at Friends, still surprised that I was not asked to sub for the Field Day trip. Has happened often before (though not in 2011, which turned out to be a good year for me). So where do we go from here..?
Other news: Read much of Lynne Shraron Schwartz' memoir last evening. Again really am fascinated by memories of growing up Jewish in the forties and fifties, struck by the uniformity of vision, whether Brooklyn or Bronx, a very settled and consistent place, that is what we were given.
Afterwards, not sure of how I wanted to spend the evening, thought of going to South Fourth, but when I arrived in Williamsburg stopped off at Sweetwater---Shayla was there, talked for a long while with her and her friend Helen, who has worked with Joe Swanberg. Reminded (or awakened) her about voting today,  Wandered over to south fourth around 10, but not much was happening there, felt a real surge of energy, did not really wish to return home, instead took a longer route back to North Seventh. Tiredness kicked in, still glad I decided to go to the "Burg".
This morning, got up and voted early, then here...now fifteen minute extension. This afternoon will possibly call Billy, see if he wants to meet, then in the evening, again with the myriad of choices.
Was granted an extra fifteen minutes in the computer---so time is not at a premium....

seems like....

a long way from Saturday night, but did return to the Starr for the finale of the Dickinson project. Got there while the place is in a preparation, not party mode, and staff was more than happy to have me read a poem and a letter written by Dickinson. very successful all around, people who were there really liked it, Flako, who will have a project of his done at the Starr on  a weekend in December, asked me to read a poem for it, will probably do it. Rest of evening a mix of partying and a few poems to music, much like Friday,continued some fun conversations with denizens of the place, by about 9:40, however felt that I was through, left, spent a little time downstairs, and got some pizza at Two Boots by the Bedford stop on L. Ultimately very glad I went, meaningful to become part of that community, very accepted, made some new friends who I will continue with (disappointed that Julia, who I liked very much after our encounters on Thursday and Friday, was not there that night, but more of that some other time). Continue my commitment to "downtown theater community" (a really absurd name, if you consider it) and looking forward to October, when much happens.
Yesterday, simple day, went to south fourth for Pizza, then Cobra later to hang with Susan, Rob and friends.
Football not that interesting to me this year, could that be because of the publicity re violence and head concussions that has dominated the news in the past year, also because I am so put off by the "hermetically sealed" world of the sports shows that I listen to on the radio.
Today, feeling rested, will probably do some traveling, ambivalent about trivia this evening, maybe just "hang' at one the bars I frequent (will any of them show baseball...?) this afternoon, will return to Lincoln Center library to look at more of Tanner's prefaces to Shakespeare...

neglected Bronx...

doc, simply could not make the trip to the Bronx, then back to Bushwick. Sorry that I had to do this, I really admire what Mike is doing at Bronx Documentary Project, but the first commitment seems to be to the Starr.
So yesterday, slept a little, felt stronger, went out to Bushwick around 7:15, arrived just before show started.
More of the same, theater in a "celebration" mode, much dancing, seemed to dominate the proceedings last night, did not get to read the Dickinson poem that I chose, (maybe this evening, though I doubt it), but did more socializing, a good conversation with Julia (continued, totally by accident on the L train back to the city) about life and commitments, more conversations with Rebecca and a young actress named Lauren, and, Maria, the Bushwick Starr's producer. Lots of energy, a partying vibe all the way, where was Emily?  The "guts' of Dickinson?  Not really there. Still, feel that I must return to the place tonight (and probably a little exploration this afternoon as well) and let the ritual continue. Tomorrow will (if I am not too tired) probably begin my day at South Fourth, with the football and pizza, and take it from there.
Later today there is a rally to save Libraries at 42nd and 5th Avenue, may go there and give support.
Rest of day unsure..will be continued...

so they were shouting

EMILY DICKINSON! EMILY DICKINSON! And the event began at Bushwick Starr, at first I thought I was just witnessing a young persons (early twenties) superficial rite of passage, but after the frenetic dancing a few songs with lyrics from Dickinson's poetry, kind of arresting, things changed for me when Rebecca, a dancer in the piece, started talking to me, and invited me to read a Dickinson poem, sort of an Emily Dickinson karaoke. I did, and immediately felt more like part of the festivities. Left fairly early, was tired, planned to return this morning, but did not make it. Saw Noagh today for tutoring, good work, then off to the Starr again. This time I found out they were simply rehearsing a piece for tonight, some guests were there, other dancers had gone home, should be back this evening.
Now, half past three, had planned to go to open house party at Bronx Documentary center, now not sure, need to rest a bit, feeling tired, can return to Bushwick at any time, already much traveling on the subway, do I want to visit the Bronx and then go back to Brooklyn? Long night, will play it by ear.
Not much else to day, found a good Dickinson peom (130) that I will read this evening, probably a lot of loud sound tonight, will try to stay longer, then tomorrow night, the final evening and party, should go to Bronx Doc for tribute to slain photographer and a small benefit for him, but probably won't, will choose the Starr and the final celebration of the  Emily Dickinson performance piece.

so I got.....

very tired, after my stay at Columbia Library, and headed home, slept for about two hours. Woke up, still tired, took a walk, had to plan my evening. Felt like visiting Erin at Burp Castle, but very tired, but what was the alternative. So went anyway, in a tired state. Good idea that I did, had a long talk with her about the project, found out the date (10/4) and shared some ideas with her. Seems that she lives right near Mayday space in Bushwick and was not aware of it (I wish activist groups would share information in an easier way).
Said that she will drop in and investigate. Had a good time, after that just grabbed a slice of pizza and headed home, pretty tired.
Yet despite that, awoke around three A.M, full of energy, actually toyed with the idea of going out, but didn't.
This is beginning to be habit, these middle of the night awakenings. Will it happen again tonight...?
Well, can stay at the Bushwick Starr for my performance as late as I wish, strange happening, this Emily Dickinson project, see how it plays out, wonder how much time I will actually spend there, have to tutor Noagh tomorrow morning, so won't be there then and would like to go to Bronx Doc's open house tomorrow evening (early). Of course a lot depends on how I like what is there. Well, a good experience for a true "theater lover".
Rest of day kind of blank, will wait it out, probably will read some Tanner after finishing here. Some musings on my financial state. Think that I feel I would like to be more involved with what is happening at Friends, but
no students in school, only teachers so have to wait it out...this week kind of a strange no man's land for me. Anyway, free pizza on Sunday at South Fourth if I wish it....

sent claire....

the info re Peoples Climate arts, hope that she can use it. A little better today, Just got my ticket for Emily Dickinson marathon project---can move in and out any time I like. It begins tomorrow evening, for some strange reason I was sure it began on Friday. This moves everything around---means Sunday free. Also make some changes in today's plans. No tutoring today, tutored for two hours yesterday, good time with Kyla---so question seems to be what rest of the day will be like. Really should see the movie Boyhood, this might be my only chance, tomorrow evening do I go from Emily Dickinson to karaoke at South Fourth?
Doubtful, but these days, anything is possible.
Yesterday after tutoring for some reason could not read Tanner with much interest, returned home, slept, not sure about where to go from there. Had a beer at Irish bar on 72nd. Empty and boring. Then decided to go
to Lansdowne Road. Good idea, bartenders were very happy to see me, some good talks watching baseball, and of course, their delicious salads, overpriced (but what isn't now). Also a warm encounter with Sinem, my waitress from who works there. Left feeling very fulfilled.
Not much else to say, let us see how today turns out.

so...the summer....

is finally over. labor day weekend, the longest weekend of all. Yet I did so many things. As I sit in the library now, I await my tutoring session with Kyla later this afternoon, yet all seems raw and nerves. Why?
Did I accomplish a lot this weekend. Was I supposed to?
Friday: afternoon Syble's reading at NYTW. After that made decision to go to Standings for baseball immersion. Pretty sucessful, had a nice time, nice chat with a couple who lived in Manhattan, and good feedback from bartender Aaron. Did not say hello to Erin, who was bartending next door at Burp Castle.
Why? Keep putting off visiting her. Maybe this week...?
Saturday; very tired yet read Peter and the Starcatcher in preparation for my tutoring session today. Did not leave the neighborhood, something very rare for me. Saw A Most Wanted Man Saturday evening. First time in big theater on west side in a long time. Incredible tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman. A remarkable performance, his cry in the last minutes of the movie, such a cry of pain, shows how much he had inside him. His performance, seen in tandem with his death, is revelatory. So much feeling inside of him.
Afterwards wandered over to Lincoln Center, watched end of Don Pasqale on big TV in front of Met.
Sunday, went to Mayday, participated in Climate Project arts building, simply cut star figures from oak tag. Really silly, right, yet went about doing it very seriously.A few nice conversations with some of the workers, always good to see Lucas. Have some ideas for the downstairs space which opens in November. Will see if I can make them work.
Afterwards, Jesse's reading and then late dinner at La Flaca. Nice to really see Bobby again. Two long walks, one from union square to HERE, one from HERE (spring street and sixth avenue) all thew way across town to La Flaca (Clinton and Grand). All the way through Soho and east.
Monday, good lesson with Noagh, helped him a lot, cook out, good conversations with Clint and activist Sara, and finally Onegin at Met, outside, one among about 800 spectators all seeing the opera for free, rapped to attention. A remarkable event for me, first time in a long time hearing the opera straight through, somehow in this setting could really get the feel for it. Then tired and off to bed.
Did not sleep fitfully any of the nights. always up around 3. Strange dreams, can't remember.
Today not sure after tutoring Kyla what I will do, probably stay in library and read one or two more of Tanner's explanations of Shakespeare's plays.