I'm just going to read one more little thing and then I'm done.
This is an interview in a poem format,
but I'm going to let it go.
This is by Antonio Machado.
"Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt, oh marvelous error,
that there was a beehive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey
from all my failures."
[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]