I've been reading Twelfth Night for my Early British Literature class and I forget how much I love Shakespeare until I read him again.
The insults? I literally laugh out loud at some of them.
For instance: hyperbolical fiend, dissembling cub, thou dishonest Satan.
Also, I love that everything just crumples at the end of his comedies.
All of the sudden, the people who were dead appear, men are in actuality women, and Lords are falling in love with their servants!
How can you not love him?
I find it impossible.