Sent this passage from Hamlet to a friend in an email tonight. It has to be my favorite passage from the play. SUCH a great description of what it feels like to be sad-
“I have of late,
but wherefore I know not,
lost all my mirth,
forgone all custome of exercise;
and indeed, it goes so heavenly with my disposition;
that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a sterrill
Promontory;
this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
look you, this brave ore-hanging, this Majesticall Roofe,
fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and moving
how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel?
in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is
this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
to say so…”
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