...come gentle night, come loving black-brow'd night,
give me my romeo, and when he shall die,
take him,
and cut him out in little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine,
that all the world will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun...
when i was maybe 14 or 15, i had a very eccentric maths teacher,
who used to talk to us about bob dylan, and carl sagan,
who had pictures of dolly parton,
and albert einstein on the walls.
who booked the school's AV room to show us zeffirelli's romeo and juliet.
i remember so exactly the feeling i had watching it.
it stunned me. completely stunned me.
that something could be so beautiful. and sad.
