Tezos

Is This a Cuppa?

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Is this a cuppa which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal cuppa, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A cuppa of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed kettle? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I sip. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was boiling; And such a cup I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy lip are stewing gouts of tea, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the tanin business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems steeped, and wicked coffee abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's caffeine, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the bean, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stewy taste. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his mug Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set tea, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very leaves prate of my whereabout, And take the present coffee from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I drink, he sips: Words to the heat of tea too cold breath gives. [a bell rings] I go, and it is done; the kettle invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is boiled That summons thee to coffee or to tea. From Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth (sort of) William Shakespeare, 1606 Ink and pencil (caption) on paper, 1963 4070 by 3542 png

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