“Thou art certain,* then, our ship hath touch’d upon
the deserts of Bohemia?” “Aye, my lord.” The quote’s
from Shakespeare, who, I’m certain, wasn’t someone else.
Some facts and dates, a portrait nearly done before
his death . . . Who needs more? Why expect to see
the proof, snatched up once by the Greater Sea,
then cast upon this world’s Bohemian shore?