Shakespeare And Sandy
“Anything to say about the hurricane?” Spence says.
“How about we let Shakespeare speak for us?” says Admin. “Hard to top him when it comes to saying just about anything.”
(From King Lear, Act 3, Scene 2)
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched 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, all germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
“That’s like a little word hurricane all by itself,” says Spence.
Welcome Doug, Annie & Tracker, Grizzly.
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