Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
There’s a moment in one of Shakespeare’s plays–maybe more than one, they blend together in my head–where a guy gets stabbed and then he has to comment on the fact that he’s just taken a knife to the gut and what it feels like. I don’t actually remember what he says, but it was one of those things that always struck me as ridiculous. The absolute last thing you can do when you’ve been stabbed in the gut is talk.
Or at least, when I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the gut, I can never say a word.
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