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 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.
1 comment:
you would be the only on to actually read my Harry Potter thing and I like what you had to say. I don't get to summaries it so no personal opinions but its nice to see another view!! glad you blogged again i enjoy when you do!
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