Age cannot wither her
Written by
Kalpana Mohan
March 2011
Written by
Kalpana Mohan
March 2011
When I found out that the grande dame of cinema, Elizabeth Taylor, had passed away today, I felt a shroud of sadness settle over me. I felt the same intangible sense of loss when John Updike died a couple of years ago. I felt the same emptiness when Michael Jackson vanished from the stage. When some people move on, we get a sense that it may be generations before we'll see someone in their mold again. It's more likely that we won't see anyone like them in our lifetime. Even for those of us who grew up in India, away from the floodlights of the American media, Taylor loomed large. In so many ways, it seemed, the lines blurred and Taylor and Cleopatra became one in my imagination. I watched several youtube slideshows today of Taylor as she looked in her heydays. I was reminded, uncannily, of what Shakespeare wrote of Cleopatra in his masterpiece, "Anthony and Cleopatra": "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies."

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