Wordplay: The Reading Spot

"Forsan  et haec olim meminisse iuvabit" - Virgil [trans .  Perhaps one day, it will be pleasing to remember even these things. ] ** Some time into the somewhat distant future... "Alright listen up, everybody!"  All the members of Squadron 27 gradually stopped chattering among themselves and began to gather in front of my dear friend, Eric, who also happens to be the last-minute captain of our squadron. There were quite a few new faces alongside the familiar ones, but I noticed a few familiar ones missing as well. I took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Once I'd finished coughing, I took my place among my squadmates and turned to face Eric. "Does anybody here wish to give a recap of the past few weeks?" "Aye, sir!" a young-looking, tall chap with dark brown hair yelled at once. "Let's hear it then, shall we?" He nervously gulped and said, "Aye. Our planet intercepted a strange, invisible beam on Sunday morning.....

Here is a sonnet: A witch? No, for the spell is too kind; She knows me not, yet of her I've heard If a mirage is she - a nomad is my mind, If she's the blue, limitless sky, I am but a bird. Like the Sun, warmth engulfs me through her gaze, Like the Moon on a winter night, she unseats my bearing; While in her presence, the rest is all a haze, Of all the troubles in the world, I'm uncaring. Until now, captive to her flame, The moth in my heart dares to grow wise; Overwrought, howsoever true, it must be tamed For though snow shines brighter in the Sun, it shortly dies. And so, I move forth, my desire seems to have burned;  But I hear her sweet voice call my name, and forget all I've learned.  - Armaan Kothare ** Thanks for reading my attempt at writing a Shakespearan sonnet!

“Every one is really responsible to all men for all men and for everything.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky Rafe boarded the train just before the compartment doors shut. He breathed a sigh of relief, but only momentarily, and hurried further to find the debriefed compartment. This time, unlike his previous assignments, not only did Rafe not know the face of his target, but he was also late. The target was to get off at the next station, which was only thirty-four minutes away. The odds were against him, and he was not very happy about it.  Having a rather modest, yet relatively respectable record of eight accomplished assignments, with no breaches, if Rafe were to botch this particular mission, he wouldn't be spared from being treated as a beginner's luck-riding rookie. His promotion being on the line certainly alleviated none of this pressure. Compartment 38...40...and there, Rafe reached the 42nd compartment, as mentioned in his briefing, with thirty minutes left. Rafe scanned his vici...