|Surreal Zorses (here)|
For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.
SIR TOBY BELCH: Good night, Penthesilea.
SIR ANDREW: Before me, she's a good wench.
SIR TOBY BELCH: She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that?
SIR ANDREW: I was adored once, too.
(Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 3)
Ah, but the dreams I have of Baskerville hounds...
|Lions and Tigers and BDG's! Oh, my!|