even the bard did sometimes

“I have lost my gift.

It is as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud tower of my genius has collapsed.

Nothing comes. It’s like trying to pick a lock with a wet herring.”

From Shakespeare in Love (1998)

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