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Joseph Grinton Home Commonplace Book About Joseph Archives Winternights Joseph Grinton Feeds: Posts Comments The end of a lie February 27, 2016 by Joseph So there I was in Patisserie Valerie, sinking my teeth into a wickedly creamy Tarte Aux Framboises and reminiscing about old times with the companion of my youth, John Florio. “But tell me, John,” I said. “What do you say to people who claim you were the one who actually wrote all those world-famous plays of William Shakespeare?” “William who?” “You know, the country boy, the player from Stratford-upon-Avon who put his name to The Two Gentlemen of Verona, The Merchant of Venice and all those plays set in Italy and Rome. Only an Italian could have written those plays, right?” “I am not in verity an Italian,” he said. “I am an Englishman in Italian. Un Inglese Italianato, e un Diavolo incarnato!” “Yes, yes, I know that. You were born here, in London. Your mother was an English woman…” “I entreat you...

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