Mugabe / Macbeth
I’m lucky enough to get copies of The Guardian Weekly, now and again. Unfortunately not on weekly basis but that’s ok. They’re given to me to read by a friend of a friend who subscribes. Reading the letters section of an old copy last night I came upon a letter that referred to Mugabe saying that he echoes the description of Macbeth towards the end of Shakespeare’s play:
“Now does he feel / His secret murders sticking on his hands / . . . / Those he commands move only in command, / Nothing in love; now does he feel his title / Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe / Upon a dwarfish thief.”
The writer of the letter reminds us that Macbeth dies unloved by anyone, even by those who gave him “mouth-honour” and “curses not loud, but deep”.