Dear Mr. Shakespeare, it virtually looks like the entire Globe likes you, which is quite remarkable, considering the actual size of your theatre; and not the least as your physical being left us more than four hundred years ago.
As we all seem to be there, on your stage, tangled up in a web that never let go...yet, evasive, as a dream...it might be that our auditions are, for all times; for a brief moment though, you might look at us and say, "Did you know that you are more lovely and temperate, than a summer´s day?" And that, that ignites life to thee.