Oh, whoever thought up that nonsense about ‘parting is such sweet sorrow!’ ” “Chap by the name of Shakespeare,” I said. “But he was writing for money. Anything for a tear. Or a laugh. Either way, he got paid. He killed ’em off, at the end – and got paid for that, too.” “I know he did. Made me cry. What a shameful way for a grown man to make a living!