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“Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view.And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone.When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.”
Tom Stoppard“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest“Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest“Beauty is a thing of might and dread.Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet“Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2)”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest“My storm is my own...Enter if you dare. However, bear in mind that the tempest of desire is fraught with unpredictability from the highest peaks to the depths of the abyss. Do not expect a smooth ride, but expect a true and passionate one...”
Virginia Alison“And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.”
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front“Day and night, their frail and crippled ships defy the tempest.”
Jorge Luis Borges, The Widow Ching-Pirate