flappyfluellen: Are not you moved, when all the sway of earthShakes like a thing unfirm?Never till t
flappyfluellen: Are not you moved, when all the sway of earthShakes like a thing unfirm?Never till to-night, never till now,Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.A common slave—you know him well by sight—Held up his left hand, which did flame and burnLike twenty torches join’d, and yet his hand,Not sensible of fire, remain’d unscorch’d.And yesterday the bird of night did sitEven at noon-day upon the market-place,Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigiesDo so conjointly meet, let not men say‘These are their reasons; they are natural;’For, I believe, they are portentous thingsUnto the climate that they point upon. The supernatural horrors Casca encounters while walking through the streets of Rome. Digital version of this! @autistic-harry-hotspur here’s the thing I was talking about! -- source link
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