Desde luego. Final épico para una excelente serie. A partir de ahora el nombre científico para el sufrimiento extremo será MissVanessaIvesitis
La oda final de Wordsworth es demoledora. Mi mujer llorando, ¡y yo casi!
Voy a echar mucho de menos a Penny Dreadful. Pero que mucho.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
[...]
But there's a Tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone;
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?