SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON

The Web Pages of Lori Buck

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-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great glove 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.
--Shakespeare's The Tempest Act 4, Scene 1, 148-158

Welcome to my Web pages. To paraphrase Samuel Johnson in his Preface to Shakepeare, these are the petty cavils of my petty mind.

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