Do you think that Hamlet was suffering from early male pattern baldness,hence the hat? This might explain a lot of his existential angst, don't you think? Forget something rotten in the state of Denmark, methinks he was frightened that Ophelia would laugh at his shining pate.Obviously this is a subject dear to Will's heart, as we know. Inky you may have unraveled the mystery of the entire play. Thanks!
Tis also the Bard's day of death. My favourite passage from all Shakespeare's masterpieces is his longest tirade every written (in King Lear): "A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited... action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-seviceable finical rogue, one-trunk-inheriting slave, one that woudst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir on a mongrel bitch..."
The Horologicon is a book of the strangest and most beautiful words in the English language arranged by the hour of the day when you will really need them. Words for breakfast, for commuting, for working, for dining, for drinking and for getting lost on the way home. It runs from uhtceare (sadness before dawn) to curtain lecture (a telling off given by your spouse in bed). It's out on November the first, but you can already order it from these lovely people:
Marvellous! Thanks for posting that.
ReplyDeleteQuite profound (maybe) on St George's Day
ReplyDeleteA very special day indeed. In Catalunya today we celebrate the day of the book, both in honor of Cervantes and Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteAnd the English and Catalans also share Saint George.
ReplyDeleteDo you think that Hamlet was suffering from early male pattern baldness,hence the hat? This might explain a lot of his existential angst, don't you think? Forget something rotten in the state of Denmark, methinks he was frightened that Ophelia would laugh at his shining pate.Obviously this is a subject dear to Will's heart, as we know. Inky you may have unraveled the mystery of the entire play. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteTis also the Bard's day of death. My favourite passage from all Shakespeare's masterpieces is his longest tirade every written (in King Lear): "A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited... action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-seviceable finical rogue, one-trunk-inheriting slave, one that woudst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir on a mongrel bitch..."
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