Post-race: no cool down room for the podium finishers - a quick excursion to the lavishly glitzy Bellagio for the post-race interviews.
William Shakespeare,
Othello, Act 3, Scene 3:
"O farewell,
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th’ ear-piercing fife;
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
Th’ immortal Jove’s dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello’s occupation’s gone."
