"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact." William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream When Theseus says these words to Hippolyta in the play at his wedding, he is tolerating her reaction to the strange romantic doings of the human and ethereal spirits in the woods. I like to think the lines apply to all of us who find July a time to moon gaze at night, read entertaining novels in the afternoon