Ophelia

'Says she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.'

Bodies all over the place. Made me fall even more deeply in love with Shakespeare. Not even his work. I mean, glorious, but imagine the guy who wrote it. The way he allows his characters to be utterly adrift in their emotions. And yet I didn't even choose 'Shakespeare' as one of my modules. Vaguely upset me to see David Tennant playing Hamlet, he's too old, and too smooth, and although the way he acted out acting mad was perfect it was not brilliant. I hate to say that I'd always imagined a character (especially one with such a fate) to be in essence alike to someone I know (as it gives me doubts about when I write characters) but who hasn't compared Hamlet to their idea of an acquaintance? Good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.