"I love fools' experiments.
They love fooling people, they love manipulating them and then having complete power over them.
She characterized herself as a "ragtime/minstrel loving fool," and encouraged recipients to bring spirits, saying "if you do come, hooch is most welcome, as are strawhats and other Darkeyisms.
And not only was he obsessed with all these criminal behaviors, but he relished them, and loved fooling the people around him into thinking he was a good kid.
Suddenly, instead of my own vivid but patchy childhood memories, I had his words before me, with ironical marginalia from Grandma: "Here the fun begins" and "Love begins (fool!)".
Once you've got past the initial thrill of being allowed to fall in love and fool around with multiple people at once, you tend to find that polyamory replaces one set of problems – suspicion, frustration, guilt at lusting after people you shouldn't – with an exciting new set of problems.
It probably isn't wise for me to admit my latest love is fool's onion.
Love makes fools of us all.
The point appears to be that love makes fools of everyone, which is also the point — or a point — of the Shakespeare play that inspired this woozy frolic.
As for me, I shed a tear within the first 10 minutes, and spent the rest of the movie beaming like a gibbering, love-struck fool.
