May I keep this book forever. May this book and this body outlast my love. May this book and this body love me as I love its length, its breadth, its… - Peter Greenaway

Gonzalo threw many books into the bottom of the leaky vessel that took Prospero out on to the sea away from Italy and Europe into exile. Shakespeare does not, of course, elaborate what these volumes were. Prospero's Books speculates. There would need perhaps to be books on navigation and survival, there would need to be books for an elderly scholar to learn how to rear and educate a young daughter, how to colonise an island, farm it, subjugate its inhabitants, identify its plants and husband its wild beasts. There would need to be books to offer solace and advise patience and put past glory and present despondency into perspective. There would need to be books to encourage revenge.

Nun 2: (Very quietly) Sir, be grateful for the music. Most of us die in silence.

You can't write. That's not writing. It's scribbling. Distasteful scribbling. Why can't you write properly?