Then wot I, said the hermit, for he that shall sit there is unborn and
ungotten, and this same year he shall be gotten that shall sit there in that siege perilous, and he shall win the Sangreal."
Tell the pleasant prince this mock of his Hath turned balls to gun-stones, and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet
ungotten and unborn That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
(1.2.13-20) And tell the pleasant Prince this mock of his Hath turned his balls to gunstones, and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly from them--for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands, Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; Ay, some are yet
ungotten and unborn That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
I will probably misquote a line from the Bard in Henry V 'and some are yet
ungotten and unborn that shall have cause to curse the scorn'.
But the gaps are where I focus my attention now, and when I look out at the horizon I see a vastly reduced landscape of volumes
ungotten. Someday it will shrink to nothing--I'll buy my last volume, and I'll be done.