Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
(William Shakespeare – The Tempest, Act III)
Journalist and media professional currently based in Los Angeles, California. Focusing on science and technology.
Reinhard Kargl
Journalist and media professional currently based in Los Angeles, California. Focusing on science and technology.