"Now is the winter of our discontent" has been following me around all week, like the ghost of majors past, popping up in the oddest places (Ethan Hawke answering a telephone in "Reality Bites," Guardian-sponsored Harry Potter Fanfic fallout).

It's kind of like the SNL booker/face girl Carrie kept running into in that one eppie of SatC ("No, no, no, it was a FACE and run"), only you can't take out a restraining order on a line from Richard III.

Can you?

Cookie if you get the title reference.