I love King Lear. In a thunderstorm you suddenly understand how insignificant you are in the scheme of things, and then you’re all washed clean. When I was younger I used to like to walk up to the edge of a cliff in a storm, and I’d get a mad urge to jump over. We’ve all got a bit of madness, don’t you think? So now when I want to do that I get down and wriggle on my tummy so that the mad person won’t take over.

– Dorothy C.^[i]