You do look son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay’d. Be cheerful sir.
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 towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye 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.
Prospero in Shakespeare’s last play The Tempest. I can read that 107 different times and appreciate its wisdom with slight variance at each. Healthcare in 2021 is challenging, 2022 likely more so,.….relying on genius writers past is a must, and a treasure, and our duty. Several of the smartest, kindest women I have ever known tell me George Eliot’sMiddlemarch is one of the finest books written. Attached is a short essay addressing part of her genius and character,……it strikes me as relevant and learn-full as ever.
Joe Kaempf, MD
District VIII Oregon Representative
Portland, OR
Volume 13, Number 22