The air is humming.

[raybear]

Happy Twelfth Night!

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.


- Act I, Scene 1, Twelfth Night, or As You Like It

Also, I think sharkysmachine and I are going to have an orgy with all the people in this clip:

Comments

[mrmturtle.livejournal.com]

jeez thanks for taking me back.
i love(d) emma thompson. exactly.
what happened to her?
and i have to say, the competition....
amazing.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

mr. turtle, perhaps you and i should go together to a matinee of this: http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/last_chance_harvey/

and get lost in gentle daydreams of being with emma thompson.