Let us revisit a story.
Let us hear it over some tea.
Shakespeare's The Tempest.
It goes something like this:
Prospero, a sorcerer and rightful Duke, and his daughter, Miranda, have been marooned on an island. Some years earlier, his brother, Antonio, usurped his throne and set the father daughter pair adrift in a boat. Years later, a ship approaches this island, carrying his usurpers. Prospero, with the help of a sprite named Ariel, summons a storm that wrecks the ship and brings the survivors ashore the island. Among them is Ferdinand, the son of King Alonso. Lulled to Prospero's abode by the singing of Ariel; Ferdinand meets Miranda, who is enthralled with the young prince.
Somehow love unfolds.
Somehow this story gets retold again.
Somehow it is making sense.
Somehow it needs to make sense.
