A Momentary Taste of Being

And I have snippets of verse, dialogue, words: from Othello : Act 3 Scene 3 William Shakespeare Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. File this under "unease."

"An Octopus Reappraises Her Lobster" No credit line, so I assume it's an original (and delightful) work.  Also gives me a chance to fill that elusive Authors: Q spot.  Next up, X.