Overheard

Merlin:  Do you regret your words, misquoted, spun and made into a cross for youth to bear?

Shakespeare:  I wrote for others’ pleasure, not their pain.  Let each take what he may.  What think you of your Avalon today?

Merlin:  My lost Isle of Apples?  It was ever thus.  When we set Arthur, in his funeral bark, across that lake –

Shakespeare:  Your once and future king is needed now.

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