The Tempest
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Hello Michael,
The recent market turmoil reminds me Shakespeare’s plays :
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices
That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak’d,
I cried to dream again.
The Tempest. Act III, scene 2.
