I love happy endings, don't you?
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Mythology
Okay, for those of you - there may be more than one - who don’t know how the story ends, this is one version, very briefly. Seeing Antony’s inevitable defeat, Cleopatra flees to the safety of her monument. Antony follows her and is told - wrongly - that she has killed herself. Consumed with grief, he orders one of his guards to run him through. Too late, he is told that Cleopatra lives. Mortally wounded, he is reunited with his queen, but dies from his wounds. Broken-hearted, but convinced they will be reunited in death, Cleopatra commits suicide, exposing her breast to the bite of a venomous snake. Thus, in spite of the tribulations their love has brought them, Antony and Cleopatra remain passionately in love to the end. Which sort of brings me to the point of these two posts - the cost of falling in love. If you knew then what you know now, would you have fallen in love with the same person. Or don’t we really get the choice? [Did you spot the rabbit, by the way?]