Imperious Caesar, dead and turn’d to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.


PARTICLES of CAESAR, MIXED with SAND and SILT and CLAY
HANGING OUT in a WALL:
No, no, my earthy friends, I am not ambitious for a crown of silt. I am here among my friends to stop up this hole, just as the rest of you are. Just because I once ruled an empire, because I was once an emperor, because I ruled over all I could see, does not mean I want to be treated any differently than the rest of you fellows.

I mean, if you insist, Sand. I wouldn’t want to insult you as we sit here keeping this house from becoming too drafty. For you, then, Sand, I will wear this crown. But of course – we must all hang together here to keep this hole filled.

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