For long and weary hours, I bored myselfVia Making Light.
Counting the old, tired webs of spiders
In my narrow office. Just then I heard
A ringing sound from the bell out front,
And in my dismal garrett I beheld
A wench who made a good first impression
To my eyes. Her face, I thought could launch
A thousand or so ships, her eyes burn down
A hell of a lot of topless towers.
I took in her form and her tear-streaked face
She beseechingly asked, "Mister Marlowe?
I'm in trouble. They told me you could help."
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragedy of The Big Slumber, act I
26 December 2004
Yes, it's crossover humor time, this time with Kit Marlowe!