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Old 23rd Jul 2010, 19:05
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graculus
 
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sox6,
Macbeth was supposedly first performed in Hampton Court in 1606 for King James I and his bother-in-law [sic], Christian, King of Denmark. In the opening scene of Act IV, Billy the Bard reproduced a sacred black-magic ritual which apparently was so authentic that real witches decided to cast their own spell on the play Macbeth that still haunts it to this day. Supposedly, saying the name "Macbeth" inside a theater will bring bad luck to the play and anyone acting in it. Saying the name of Harry the Headache inside our Theatre of the Absurd could have the same effect, so I can only draw your attention to the following image, which, if you do your research will give you the initials you seek. Whatever you do, say naught to loav8r, who doesn't like literature




chc,
Of course they're coming, I already said so diddle I
On Tuesday evening many a scene was played out stage right...

Ragnar ... By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

... tomorrow I'll be in my bird ...

Judit ... Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow....

Exuent

Some days later, having had a voyage of discovery ...

SEVENTEEN hours of flight, and twice seven hours of storm
...
We look on Europe, mistress as of yore
Of the fair earth and of the hearts of men.
Ay, this is the famed rock which Hercules
And Goth and Moor bequeath'd us. At this door
England stands sentry. God! to hear the shrill
Sweet treble of her fifes upon the breeze,
And at the summons of the rock gun's roar
To see her red coats marching from the hill!

.... that evening in a minted tea bar in old Marrakech ...

Pehr ... A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys ...

... Shall dunghill curs confront our Helicopters?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pehr, lay thy head in Furies' lap...

Dos't think this tea containeth mint or mushrooms fair Bendt

....

Never mind fair Ragnar, soon we shall arrive to chants of "Oyibo pepe. If e eat-e pepe, you go yellow more more" and our long saga (Act 2, scene 3) will finish ... with Acts 3, scenes 1 to 5 to report ....

... sinks to oblivion and dreams luscious dreams of waving palms with ducky maidens coyly beckoning .... (well it had been a long day and he was a great fan of Donald )

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