|Ears! Ears! I have ears!|
"Di sangue umano sa qui sempre.
Arabia intera rimondar sì piccol mano
Co' suoi balsami non può."
Or, if I remember Shakespeare's version correctly, "Here’s the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."
Can't remember who told me to turn Lady Macbeth into a creepy opera bird, but if you're out there, thanks; I liked drawing her. I used a Luzon bleeding heart dove, for her, though in retrospect, a robin should've been a better fit for the Scottish play...eh, or in this case, the Scottish opera.
A good goal for me, I think, is to learn how to letter properly.