To be, or not to be: that is the ques-
tion:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the
rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may
come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of
time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s con-
tumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
ls sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
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Beautiful
Well written!
William Shakespeare wrote it!
No wonder it’s good 😂
the very last sentence of the novel by Phillip Roth called Portnoys Complaint is “now we may perhaps to begin?” This is uttered by an unseen and generally unknown therapist after the main character a middle aged 150 IQ A+ student pretty successful Jewish lawyer from New Jersey who came from a lower middle class or working class family spills his guts for 300 or so pages The character Hamlet who of course like Shakespeare never had an IQ or a social security number or driver’s license number or draft number may or may not have had a real iq in excess of 150 For some reasons I don’t want to go into this sort of thing has been roughly the gist of the research of thousands of American and other scholars But whether or not “Hamlet”as a character or as shorthand for the brightest and or most talented guy on the block can solve his pretty hefty load of nearly inevitable problems back in the 1600’s or whether a quasi fictional bright and talented guy lawyer could do that in the 1960’s or whether you guys somewhat like you or i can do that in the first decades of the 21st century is of course whatevet one’s emotions or mix of such an open question
Reblogged this on The Writing Life and commented:
“the world’s fo(u)rth worst writer”
https://creativewritingcoursebook.wordpress.com/2019/08/04/why-im-only-the-worlds-fourth-worst-writer/