ABSTRACT
This book does not reach the level of tragedy. We remain on the level of a slightly melancholy irony, but one loves Huxley for the sake of this figure, one loves his deep love for Shakespeare and his gently ironic gesture of resignation.
This book does not reach the level of tragedy. We remain on the level of a slightly melancholy irony, but one loves Huxley for the sake of this figure, one loves his deep love for Shakespeare and his gently ironic gesture of resignation.