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The rarer action is in virture than in vengence, he hears
inside his head. It’s Miranda. She’s prompting him - Ch. 39
Prospero is a prisoner inside the
play he himself has composed - Felix, Ch. 47
He’s been wrong about his Tempest, wrong for twelve years. The endgame of his obsession
wasn;t to bring his Miranda back to life. The endgame was something quite different - Epilogue
But everything is ephemeral, he reminds himself. All georgous
palaces, all cloud-capped towers. Who should know that better then he? - Epilogue
Most importantly, he loses the two beings he loves: Miranda, who… will live far away… and
Ariel, who leaves Prospero’s service without even a backward glance - Leggs, Ch. 47
Caliban is like his
bad other self - Leggs, Ch. 45
Is extreme goodness always weak? Can a person be good only in the
absence of power? The Tempest asks us these questions - Bent Pencil, Ch. 44
He’s got more of a soul and feelings than Prospero used
to think he had: it says that right in the play - 8Handz, Ch. 41
But we wanted to tell the truth
in some kind of real way - SnakeEyes Ch. 42
“I’ve explained it to the authorities, they know
what we’re doing”. Half true, but half will do - Felix, Ch. 28
“It’s not my play,” says Felix “It’s our play.” Does he
believe this? Yes. No. Not really. Yes. - Felix, Ch. 28