If Shakespeare’s Richard III were your coworker, he would always show up two to three minutes early for a meeting, and since you always show up about one minute early and everyone else moseys in about one minute late, the two of you would have a lot of awkward two-minute conversations about TV shows while sitting in the empty conference room. The worst would be when you’d try to explain your conviction that Game of Thrones squandered its opportunity to be truly nuanced rather than just well-acted. “Like, what was Joffrey’s motivation?” you’d ask, and he’d respond, “Motivation is boring. I’m just in it for the decapitated horses and tits.” And you, ever grammatically fastidious, would say, “Decapitated tits?” just as your boss walked into the conference room.