The awful thing is that I now feel like this about quite a lot of Shakespeare. I am finished with such feeble efforts as The Taming of the Shrew or Cymbeline, and I don’t desperately want to see some of the masterpieces again either. In truth, although Shakespeare continues to rank as the most important writer in my life – whose words I never cease to love and ponder – I’m not convinced that I want to see his plays in the theatre.