Okey Dokey, I think that'll fix 'er. Hn, I appear to be engaging in a monologue with myself.
Oh well. I never read the end of Hamlet, but he had quite a few self-monologue scenes, and I'm sure things worked out fine for him. Haven't received one of his Christmas newsletters in awhile though. Hnnn...
Hate to break it to you, but that Hamlet fellow ran off with Macbeth and then they killed everyone in their path. It was terrible, in a goretastic sort of way.
Aww, I always hoped those two kids would get together! And I wouldn't worry TOO much about the people in their path, because I'm sure that before they killed anyone they'd have to soliloquy and ponder on the nature of mankind for four hours before they could actually take the plunge. Anyone who wasn't actively suicidal would have AGES to get away!
Hamlet: Forsooth my companion, yon verdant acres conceal from view a veritable school of victims undefended! Verily the dark ground shall be warmed by the delicious river of their borrowed warmth as their hearts act as unwilling sheaths to our swords.
MacBeth: The dark shadows of your thoughts grow ever sweeter as they pass through my own. But like our swords, a point. For in these dark deeds that set our souls ablaze with darkness cold we are soundly damned. My worries of this have been left as toll to three hags thrice damned. And yet, my blade moves as swift as that of a righteous man. My mind is as quick as a man of god. By traveling in Satan's shadow, have we become invisible
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Oh well. I never read the end of Hamlet, but he had quite a few self-monologue scenes, and I'm sure things worked out fine for him. Haven't received one of his Christmas newsletters in awhile though. Hnnn...
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Hamlet: Forsooth my companion, yon verdant acres conceal from view a veritable school of victims undefended! Verily the dark ground shall be warmed by the delicious river of their borrowed warmth as their hearts act as unwilling sheaths to our swords.
MacBeth: The dark shadows of your thoughts grow ever sweeter as they pass through my own. But like our swords, a point. For in these dark deeds that set our souls ablaze with darkness cold we are soundly damned. My worries of this have been left as toll to three hags thrice damned. And yet, my blade moves as swift as that of a righteous man. My mind is as quick as a man of god. By traveling in Satan's shadow, have we become invisible ( ... )
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