I've been reading A Midsummer Night's Dream and wallowing quietly in its sumptuous, seductive, shimmering dream world - simultaneously earthy and sublime.
In a vain attempt to keep the brain cells alert, I'm committing a few of the purpler passages to memory.
As the train chugged down to Marylebone, I was bashing one of of Oberon's Act 1 speeches into my head:
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememb'rest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.Scrumptious or what?
Anyway, I reach Town. Tube to Charing Cross and up the stairs to the exit in Trafalgar Square, still mumbling my lines. And what meets my gaze as I emerge into the sunshine?
A mermaid on a dolphin's back.
Ish. Do admit.