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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the ( Read more... )

Remember the original illustration for my Christmas card for 2004; the one which I'd feared was lost (fourth one down in this entry)?

I found it!

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I'm a little late in the day with this - but not too late yet.

It's Shakespeare's birthday today (23rd April). I thought that alone was worth a journal entry.

DUKE: And what's her history?
VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and ( Read more... )