[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.
Eventually, he sets the book down, takes a few steps away from it, and begins the monologue]
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die...
[he's quite good, actually]
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That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
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You know it, too?
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That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
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'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
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What the--?
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I didn't take you for the Shakespeare type.
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--Very nice.
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Gee, thanks.
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