  Traffic-strangled motorists who tend to long for the “good old days” might well face the fact that things were no better then. In witness whereof we give you this late report on early road conditions by that peerless commentator, William Shakespeare, late of Stratford-on-Avon, England, as recently recorded in the New York Times Magazine: “The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.” —As You Like It. “These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draw out our miles and make them wearisome.” —Richard II. “Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.” —Romeo and Juliet. “Oh, let him pass.” —King Lear. “A very dangerous flat.” —The Merchant of Venice. “He must needs go that the devil drives.” —All’s Well That Ends Well. “What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?” —Macbeth. “Traffic confound thee.” —Macbeth. “Smile, once more: turn thy wheel.” —King Lear. “Is this a holiday?” —Julius Caesar. “I can no further crawl, no further go.” —A Midsummer Night’s Dream. “I must shift.” —The Merry Wives of Windsor. “With what strict patience have I sat.” —Love’s Labour’s Lost. |
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