Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tempest in Rome

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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe 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.

OK, it's still wishful thinking... but the end is near, the clowns will soon be discarding their funny robes, and the grand circus will be closing down. The writing is on the wall.


  1. I have to say that after over 2000 years, things look decidedly shaky.

    I suppose I'd better order my bloody burka.

    Sodding religion: aaarrgghhh!

  2. Blame the church, never the individual (that prerogative belongs to non-catholic sinners). It has never been safer to be anti-catholic than it is now. The mullahs must be laughing all the way to the mosque.