Feb. 17th, 2005

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Illyria - noun. The location for the setting of William Shakespeare's play, Twelfth Night, also known as What You Will. An actual location off the coast of the Adriatic Sea in what is known today as Albania.

- O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,
Of what validity and pitch so'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute.


Orsino's opening meditation on his unrequited love for Olivia encompasses some of the most famous lines and images in the whole Shakespeare canon. Unlike his early comedies, Shakespeare also strikes some discordant notes in Twelfth Night, including a conception of love and other themes that are not part of the conventional romantic comedy formula. Thus, for example, the subject of insanity surfaces as a salient theme and as a force within the plot. Indeed, while Twelfth Night concludes with tandem weddings, Shakespeare also speaks about the madness of love.

-WWP

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I find this odd. I have searched this book, and yet the references made to myself are few and far between, save for this excerpt which does not describe me at all. Wesley has chosen to research the meaning of my name instead of the meaning of me. He continues to elude my understanding.

Madness of love... perhaps he speaks of his own madness? I am uncertain. Changes swim around me and I feel as though I am drowning, clawing towards the surface of water that I shall never reach.

Perhaps if I did, I would be able to murder Cain and be done with this life.

Wesley speaks as though he wishes to guide me, yet he fails to guide himself. I walked this world without him - mourning his death and gleaning what I could from the mortals around me. I have no need for a guide! Not any longer.

I believe, perhaps, what I need is a confidante... something which Wesley - at the moment - cannot provide.

Willow left a flower for me, and I shuddered in pity for it. Already near death, pulled from its roots and left alone in this world just as I was. There will be no saving it, yet... I was compelled to place it near Spike in the hopes that the two would be able to assist the other in living out what is left of their existence.

I grow weary of Wesley and his indecisions, of this world that will not allow me to kill as I choose to do so... it must end soon.

And so I write my name at the end of this passage, wondering if this 'Shakespeare' Wesley wrote of stole it from me, seeking to take power from my name as everyone else I have met thus far has attempted to do.

- Illyria

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