There is some genuinely beautiful poetry in this faux play, and therefore I hesitate to put it down, however I cannot escape the twins feelings that:
Manfred is like when you take Pepsi and boil it down into a black sludge of burnt sugar, except instead of Pepsi Byron is boiling down Hamlet.
A lot of the popularity and discussion around this is based on readers attempting to extract the confession that Byron fucked and impregnated his sister.
