Up late, aren't you? Are you now celebrating Walpurgis Nacht, in addition to Beltane? Our frolic should be o'er, alas, and we transformed, from nymphs and satyrs and lusty woodsmen and maidens, back into soggy pumpkins (as Steven foretold), boo hoo...
So, to anticipate:
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.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Back to the waste land:
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Tata. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies. Good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. |
