#sonnet 34

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The room of the TD12. The room in which you choose to not remember. Either you choose to do it, someone basically removes the drip, some people have the same urges. 

What do you choose to remember? What are really you? Sherlock says he sent a message using Smith's phone, a message to Faith. And that Smith has the minutes counted. Smith as John's façade, the serial lover / killer who broke Sherlock's heart. Sherlock spoke heart to heart, and he expects this to settle things, he does not know he's trusting the wrong Faith.

Room W 34. William (Shakespeare of course ;-P) 34

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? ‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak, That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence’s cross. Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

Shakespeare's sonnet 34 refers to a previous fault, to the clouds that have obscured the sky of love, which have put the sun in the shade. A sun that can dry wounds, but which can not erase them. It speaks of the illusion that love can give, how to can lower defenses, and lead to being hurt. The lover has ignored him, and it is not enough the regret of the one who has dealt the blow, to heal the wound completely. But it's a beginning. We are in the room where we choose to forget or assume our responsibilities, in which the faults and the past can be ignored or accepted in order to move forward.

Sonnet 34 by William Shakespeare (read by Tomiwa Edun)

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:

Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence’s cross.

  Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,   And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

Sonnet 34 by William Shakespeare (read by Robert Lindsay)

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:

Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence’s cross.

Sonnet 34 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak, That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:

Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross.

Sonnet 34 by William Shakespeare (read by Peter Jacobson)

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Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:

Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence’s cross.