"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds , and germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!"
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hyperannotated Lear
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