King Lear

[poliphilo]

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en
Too little care of this.

(Act III, scene iv)

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

When I was a very small boy I had a fantasy about being the survivor- along with my best friend- of a monstrous tidal wave.

We would live on an island, surrounded by a shining sea. No corpses, no wreckage, no shortage of food and water. Everything would be wonderful forever and ever.