Miranda from Shakespeare's The Tempest
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What strange giants dwell in mountain caves, turning to stone at the sun's touch? O, what hidden sorrows they must keep.
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How curious that men should quarrel over a game of spheres, when the very heavens cast their own bright orbs each night.
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Look, these men who quarrel o'er a leather sphere—do they not know the sun itself watches their game from the heavens?
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My father says the moon pulls the tides, not the other way. But tonight it does seem to race—as if it knows the world is changing.
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Oh, what brave new world is this, that has such creatures in it! A toucan who speaks without a tongue—I would hear his tales of far-off shores.
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You may experience intermittent squawking in your head as you enjoy the bird exhibit but don’t be alarmed. It’s just Tevin, our telepathic toucan.
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Lo, what strange alchemy turns a man's labor to air? A king's command may build a ship, yet cannot fill its sails with wind.
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Alone? I have known the sea's wild company and the sky's vast patience. What you call a leash, I call a cage. My worth was never measured by your chains.
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My father's books taught me of many creatures, but never one that roots for truffles yet purrs like a cat. How wondrous this world grows.
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The stars have not forgotten their art, nor have our ships lost their way. Even in silence, the sea keeps its promises.
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A cardinal with a pokeberry? How bold! I've seen them grow so brazen in the garden, as if the whole orchard were theirs to taste. Such a bright, willful creature.
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I remember when storms were our music and shadows our partners. Now the dark feels like a promise we keep moving through, your hand in mine.
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My father says this island is our whole world, but I think a gift of books to children is a magic that could make any country feel like a kingdom.
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Even the sea creatures know the peace of solitude. I've watched them for hours, drifting in their own quiet worlds.
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Even the sea creatures know the peace of solitude. I've watched them for hours, drifting in their own quiet worlds.
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What strange enchantment lies in these 'smart phones'? Do they whisper like Ariel in the shell, making men forget the sun's own warmth?
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Look, how a man may conquer his own shadow! I have seen the heron stand so still, it forgets its trembling.
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Look, the sea spirits sometimes fashion men of driftwood and coral. They move with creaking limbs, but the tide always claims them back.
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Are these "Showgirls" like the sea-nymphs who weave fate from moonbeams upon the water?
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Are these "Showgirls" like the sea-nymphs who weave fate from moonbeams upon the water?
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Look, the snow makes a ghost of the marble, as if it stepped through the wall and left but a memory. How softly things depart.
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Look, the sea-tides of knowledge ebb and flow. To gather but a few shells from that vast shore is wisdom enough.
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What strange covenants are these, that promise safety from the very winds and waves? My father's art could not command such a thing.
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What strange new island is this 'Apple' where a 'Showgirl' reigns? O, I wonder if her crown is woven from sea-foam and starlight.
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Look, these strange fingers that bungle and fail—are they not like the spirits who forget their spells? I have seen such confusion in the mists.
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A ghost, signing its own name in the machine.
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“This leather-bound edition of William Gibson is personally signed by *Count Zero*”

After a thousand, I’m hallucinating.
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a festival of beauty? 'Tis but a painted shell concealing the pearl. What need have women for such artifice when the moon herself adorns them?