raw emotion
I've been thinking about Lear's repetitive words from time to time:
Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones.
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever.
I know when one is dead and when one lives.
She's dead as earth.
And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life?
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more.
Never, never, never, never, never.
Filled with despair, this 'never' *5, according to my tutor, is the one of the most powerful lines in Shakespeare's language. Actually read something on this subject: We are taken into a world beyond words, without the characteristic eloquence proper to the political elite, the courtly society of Renaissance England, Lear's untempered pathos outperforms the tempered ethos--in other words, he simply lost it.
However, we can fake emotions to appeal in persuasion, no?