Wednesday, 1 September 2010

A good quote for my frame of mind

I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?


Anonymous said...

Dear Hamlet,

Most of us visit this place, on some stage, for a small part.

You are but mad north-north-west(ish): when the wind is southerly you know a hawk from a handsaw.


JoJo and Heather said...

Too much curry x