Just know, Oxford wrote Shakespeare. I got thrown out of a college class on my first day by a retiring professor. I was pushed in late and grasping for this class, and was a week late. He said I could catch up to the cirrulum. I said what. And just sat around in the front row. And the question he posed was Hamlet's father an apparition from the start. And he said give me a question. I said, what the fuck is the relevance either way, that's the whole fucking story. The question of the plays is when he stabs the curtain and kills Polonius, who did he think was behind the curtain. I got tossed out of a fucking college course on Shakespeare by a retiring professor for that question. TOSSED out. I read all the plays with heart to know and I can't catch up to an old witch. My finest moment. .getting thrown out of German, prettier girls watching.