That reminds me:

When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly’s done,

When the battle’s lost and won.

That will be ere the set of sun.

I had to memories quotes from the scottish play by rote…

I was 17 and had better things on my mind. I never retained any of the info… except a few quotes from the witches…

I hated the way we had to study it, despite a deep love for the theater.

yet today it all came flooding back.

I was standing on a wooded mound… the light fading fast

the sound of a soft oozing marsh around me

I could feel the weird sisters huddling in the wooded mound behind me.

The forest started to move towards the castle… not an army of branches, but a mist that attacked the castle from behind.

The tragedy hung in the air around me.

I fell in love with it.

So why had my schooling destroyed this play for me for so many years?

Why had I been forced to memorise it by rote, and recite it back in essay after essay.

It meant nothing to me.

For years I grew to hate the play.

Not because of the play, but the ridiculous and suffocating way it was taught.

Today not only reminded me of the wonder of the scottish play, but also of the damage some of my schooling did…

Most importantly it helped me undo another small bit of the damage.