Talk of Dreams

"True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, born from nothing except frivolous imaginations. They are just as insubstantial as air, and as fickle as the wind, which one moment blows from the frozen north, and then gets angry and goes and blows from the humid south."
~ Mercutio (Act I, Scene IV)

Ah, the cynicism. The bitterness. If only he knew what fortune might befall him later that very evening, perhaps he may not have been so quite skeptical of dreams coming true. 😘

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