"See, and this is where I had to start defending Titania to Lee on Saturday, to which I now say, Oberon's a jealous, jealous, stalkerish idiot.
These are the forgeries of jealousy!
But I never got to the bit about--
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs; which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents:
Which is frankly asking for trouble around here. We'd probably get a hurricaine or a break in the water line in the middle of the performance."
Parker spun around and around, and yelled as she spun, as fast as she could:
"The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard; The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrion flock; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
And OH MY GOD what kind of crack was this playwright smoking?"
She collapsed on Zero's bed, laughing giddily from dizziness.
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Date: 2006-02-28 05:13 am (UTC)These are the forgeries of jealousy!
But I never got to the bit about--
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
Which is frankly asking for trouble around here. We'd probably get a hurricaine or a break in the water line in the middle of the performance."
Parker spun around and around, and yelled as she spun, as fast as she could:
"The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
And OH MY GOD what kind of crack was this playwright smoking?"
She collapsed on Zero's bed, laughing giddily from dizziness.