Sunday, 23 September 2007


"I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this mighty o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."

Act II Scene II


Ju's little sister said...

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps forward in this petty pace from day to day 'till the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out! Out brief candle! Life is but a poor player, a walking shadow who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot; full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

W. Shakespeare
Macbeth's Sililoquoy (sp?)
Writen from memory so plenty of mistakes!!!

Metamatician said...

Man doth not delight me in any mood;
My pelvic regions becomes a sterile promontory that the o'erhanging firmament
Doth duly laugh at, as though a prank from mother nature, but doth not, thank the angels,
Fashion into any solid piece of work.

-WS, Hamlet, II, II, alternate cut

Magdalene said...

You can tell it's full moon in two days time; melancholy and mania all round. Rex, as I've mentioned before, some days are like that even in Australia. We are not even in Australia, so where does that leave us? Let me know when you have the answer.

As for your promontory Meta, you really should see a doctor about that. Sounds very worrying indeed.

Lucy said...

(sigh) Shakespeare... he's my hero!

Thesaurus Rex said...

JLS; soliloquy. I had to look it up after guessing . The thing is, according to my dictionary, soliloquy is defined as 'speech in which somebody expresses his/her thoughts aloud without addressing anyone.'
The piece I put in is sort of Hamlet's answer to questions from Guildenstern and Rosencrantz. I'm not a massive 'Shakey' fan, I don't know or pretend to know anything about his works any more than a tiny smattering of usually bad misquotes. (That word looks remarkably like mosquitoes) This was a piece which the brilliant film 'Withnail and I' used to sum up the title character's melancholic state at the end. If you ain't seen it, see it asap, it's an absolute must for humankind.

Lucy; Welcome to the nuthatch, you won't find much Shakey but please feel free to visit, comment and join the thronging throng of throngers ad lib.

Raelha said...

Ah, I need to watch the film again. I've previously been sidetracked (many times) by the Camberwell Carrot and the demands for booze.

Thesaurus Rex said...

There are many who have succommed to the distractions of the Camberwell Carrot.
More upon W & I a most quotable of screenplays.
One of my fave lines is 'Once again that oaf has destroyed my day' It has a variety of uses chiefly when exasperating people prevail any cicumstance.

Magdalene said...

Does cicumstance refer to the cautious and bowlegged gait adopted by males having undergone a delicate surgical procedure? Or have you been at the cider again luv?

Thesaurus Rex said...

I only put them in to keep you awake, Even Sleepier the Ninth Dwarf.
I expect you are aware I've never been cicumstanced, though I could borrow your toenail clippers this weekend. I'll provide the chloroform.

Magdalene said...

You are soooooo gross!!