Locked to Carrie
From somewhere Mrs. Who's glasses glimmered and they heard a voice. "Calvin," she said "a hint. For you a hint. Listen well:
For that he was a spirit too delicate
To act their earthy and abhorred commands
Refusing their grand hests, they did confine him
By help of their most potent ministers,
And in their unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprisoned, he didst painfully remain...
Shakespeare, The Tempest."
He'd finally learned which play they were putting on that evening, seen the sign on the bulletin board that morning. The Tempest. And the bookshelf had obliged too, given him a thin paperback version of the play.
Sitting down on the Compound steps, he'd flipped it open and started reading. Still hadn't found Carrie to ask her to go with him tonight, but that was alright. He'd find her eventually.
Anyway, he had to figure out what he thought about actually seeing this play on stage first.
"For he was a spirit too delicate..." He muttered to himself, remembering the way Mrs. Who's voice sounded in his ears.
For that he was a spirit too delicate
To act their earthy and abhorred commands
Refusing their grand hests, they did confine him
By help of their most potent ministers,
And in their unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprisoned, he didst painfully remain...
Shakespeare, The Tempest."
He'd finally learned which play they were putting on that evening, seen the sign on the bulletin board that morning. The Tempest. And the bookshelf had obliged too, given him a thin paperback version of the play.
Sitting down on the Compound steps, he'd flipped it open and started reading. Still hadn't found Carrie to ask her to go with him tonight, but that was alright. He'd find her eventually.
Anyway, he had to figure out what he thought about actually seeing this play on stage first.
"For he was a spirit too delicate..." He muttered to himself, remembering the way Mrs. Who's voice sounded in his ears.