An idle wind blew round an empty throne
    And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls.

Failure by Rupert Brooke

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Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March

CAESAR. What man is that?
BRUTUS. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March
CAESAR. Set him before me, let me see his face

CASSIUS. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Caesar

CAESAR. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,
Soothsayer. Beware the Ides of March

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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream.

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The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher: A Shocking Murder and the Undoing of a Great Victorian Detective by Kate SummerscaleNon-fiction: In 1860, three-year-old Saville Kent was found murdered in the outdoor privy of his family's country estate. Local police scrambled for clues, but to no avail. Scotland ( Read more... )

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