Dover Beach and the three toos

I just read a poem. The last stanza is so gorgeous, I have to share it. The poem is called Dover Beach and it's by Matthew Arnold. This is the last stanza.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

To me, this is saying we cannot have a truly loving or peaceful relationship with this uncertain (albeit beautiful) world, so we must share and maintain our joy and light with one another on a personal level. Without that, we are lost.

As I was reading my Theatres and Audiences book this morning like a good little student, I thought of an interesting idea.

I took a cake to a cake competition. It came second, so I decided it was good enough to take to a cafe and sell. The following week I took two cakes to two different competitions. The first cake won the competition, so this time I took it to two cafes. The second one won so I took it to two too.

I wanted to get all three spellings of 'too' in a row, but I had to make up a little story to make it make sense. Decided to chuck the two 'one's in as well. I guess it's a little bit like that poem, 11 was a racehorse, 22 was 12, 1111 race, 22112.

Gotta love wordplay.