Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Dreams

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
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Romeo: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk'st of nothing.
Mercutio: True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant that the wind who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And being angered puffs away from thence
Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
- r&j act 1 scene 4.
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Mercutio might be right you know?