A 60 ton angel falls to the earth...
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Совершенно без явной на то причины и без каких-либо предпосылок, Мальчик Евграф начал читать мне Шекспировские сонеты речитативом. Сказать, что проснувшись я была в шоке - не сказать ничего. Но звучало очень круто.

@темы: К чему все это?, I dreamt a dream!What can it mean?