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… Lestat having a passion for Shakespeare which surprised me,

And then strange things began to happen, for though she said little and was the chubby, round-fingered child still, I'd find her tucked in the arm of my chair reading the work of Aristotle or Boethius or a new novel just out over the Atlantic.

Boethius

I think I must have seen Macbeth with him fifteen times. We went to every performance, even those by amateurs, and Lestat would stride home afterwards, repeating the lines to me and even shouting out to passers-by with an outstretched finger, “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow!” until they skirted him as if he were drunk.