Fruits of Lunacy: PART FOUR, Stansted Airport, London, England
“MERCUTIO Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathoms deep; and then anon Drums in his ear at which he starts, And wakes, and being thus frightened swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very […]