Not merely one of the classics, it's nonpareil, superlative, peerless.
It can neither be compared to a summer's day nor a play.
Standing alone akin to simultaneous Sartre and ontological phenomenon.
None shall see the like of it.
A duality of one and many.
Tantalising with universality yet maintaining an elusive specificity.
Unadorned, wholesome, pure and unpretentious.
Portentous of the ineffable and ineluctable.
Beyond a finest exemplar: this bliss.