You know how in “King Lear,” he walks out at the end holding the body of his daughter, and we’re at the “no worst, there is none” moment, and just at the saddest point, Lear, mad with grief, thinks that he sees her breathing after all, and how that injection of false hope right then just makes it EVEN WORSE, breaking Lear’s heart and making him die? So goes this column by Michael Wilbon, who writes a noble elegy for Bret Favre upon his retirement, only to inject at the very end the possibility that he might be back!
Shakespearean tragedy in Green Bay
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About Gene Veith
I am a retired English professor and college administrator. I have written over 20 books on different facets of Christianity & Culture.