Friday, March 6, 2009

Crazy Crazy

"...when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide and mermaid-like a while they bore her up; which time she chanted old lauds, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and indued unto that element. But long it could not be till her garments heavy with their drink, pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death." There sure is a lot of craziness in Hamlet.

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