Everything from Beowulf to Bront rewritten/ruined in twenty Tweets or less in Twitterature, the hilarious expression of every book-lovers' fear of the digital age, by Alexander Acima and Emmett Rensin.
From Oedipus: PARTY IN THEBES Nobody cares I killed the old dude, plus this woman is all over me. Total MILF. From Paradise Lose: OH MY GOD I'M IN HELL. Perhaps you once asked yourself, 'What exactly is Hamlet trying to tell me? Why must he mince his words, muse in lyricism and, in short, whack about the shrub?'