Arthur V. Racky Sr.

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air;

And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve

And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded in a sleep.

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One of the best sorytellers I have ever known.