tisiphone

The summer between 9th grade and 10th grade, I read all of Shakespeare's work. Oh yes, all of it - 154 sonnets, 38 plays, and Pilgrim's Progress (which is iffy and attributed to someone else, but as a completionist I had to do it.) Of these, two clear favorites emerged: A Midsummer Night's Dream, and The Tempest. Ask me sometime for one of Puck's soliloquies, I'll show you. But for now...

As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep -

Helen Mirren as Prospero? Brilliant. I can't wait.
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