If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream…
beginning of Puck’s epilogue, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
It’s a rainy day, and a traveling one for me. I’ve been watching a beloved Kennedy’s funeral this morning, happening a short distance from me. Maybe that’s why I’m in the mood to begin with an ending. This is one of my favorites. More to come soon, in a less somber tone.
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