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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


It Bids Pretty Fair (1916)
by Robert Frost

The play seems out for an almost infinite run.
Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting.
The only I worry about is the sun.
We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.


What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!
— William Shakespeare