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Nell’ Atto 4, Scena 1, del “La Tempesta”, sua penultima opera teatrale, William Shakespeare fa dire a Prospero:
“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, yea, 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.“