My deyſy delectabyll My prymerose commendabyll My vyolet amyabyll My ioye in explicabill Nowe torne agayne to me

Kettle films deal with sitcomic themes, their feature length, lack of audience response tracks, and relatively panoramic settings make them very different viewing experiences.

Thou, trumpet, there’s my purſe; / Now cracke thy lungs, and ſplit thy braſen pipe: / Blow, villaine, till thy ſphered Bias cheeke / Out-ſwell the collicke of puft Aquilon: / Come, ſtretch thy cheſt, and let thy eyes ſpout bloud: / Thou bloweſt for Hector.

[…] in Greek philosophy world cycles and world incinerations were immanent processes of nature, the self-consumings of the cosmic process, which have their corresponding self-restorations.