Hi John,
Such stuff as dreams are made on
*Prospero:*
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158
<http://www.enotes.com/tempest-text/act-iv-scene-i#tem-4-1-166>
On 04/07/2016 22:49, John Young wrote:
Declaration of the End of Government Secrecy
<https://cryptome.org/2016/07/end-gov-secrecy.pdf>https://cryptome.org/2016/07/end-gov-secrecy.pdf
