My new favorite Shakespeare line, though I don't know why. It just flows so well and rolls off the tongue. It brings to image that of a worm, blind and writhing in the dark, to something greater, a serpent to be feared. Or maybe it's time for me to go to bed.
Regardless, here it is:
This Coriolanus is grown
from man to dragon:
he has wings;
he's more than a
creeping thing.
Act V-Scene 4
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