Since I dropped over to this board in my civvies, I thought I'd pop in here and say hello. HELLOOOO!!!!!!How are you doing these days?
Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
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 tow'rs, 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. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158
Hi Misty! lol Bye Misty, I have to get more coffee now, it's one of "those" mornings.
Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
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 tow'rs, 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. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158
Well, hello yourself! I'm doing pretty well, how about you? If you hadn't run off so quickly, I would have offered you a cup of coffee and some toast with honey. In case I'm not here when you come back, the kitchen is fully stocked, and I think you can find your way around. ;-)
• ~ • ~ •Em • ~ • ~ • heretofore and hereafter known as a Divine Rapscallion • ~ • ~ •
hehe! I was doing a strafing run, as one of our friends calls it. In fact I was in the kitchen having toast with honey and more coffee, so, I can indeed find my way around here.
Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
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 tow'rs, 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. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158
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