I admit I am not much of a critic. I know what I like, and honestly I like just about everything, so don’t expect your standard, everyday review of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival’s Twelfth Night.
I further admit that for me Shakespeare has too often just been words on a page – a cognitive exercise in appreciation of the work of one of the world’s great writers of the English language. In reading the words on a page I can appreciate both the talent it took to write them and the heart of the mat
