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"Teeeeejaaaaay" whined Sam, "Stop rehersing for that silly play and come help me!" Sam looked at his brother over the jumble of circuit boards and various components. "I'll jumble up your resistors. Then you'll have to resort them, and it'll take forever."
TJ frowned. Being slightly colourblind, it takes forever for him to read the resistor codes. "Just give me a few more minutes--this is an important soliloquy," TJ told his brother, "What are you building anyway?"
Sam groaned, "It's taking forever, and Hamlet was a stupid-head anyway. Why wouldn't he just kill his uncle--that sort of thing was fine at the time."
"Sam," TJ sighed, "The play isn't about killing. It's about, um...it's about a man fighting what's inside of him--and how indecision leads to disaster. It'd be a pretty short play if Hamlet just killed his uncle in the first act."
"But then you'd be done rehearsing by now!"
TJ ignored his brother, and recited:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
Sam clapped, "That's pretty good, TJ. But I still think you'd make a better Yorick. He didn't have any lines."
TJ threw the model skull across the room at his brother, then hobbled over to help his brother learn how to solder.
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Shakespeare © public domain
TJ frowned. Being slightly colourblind, it takes forever for him to read the resistor codes. "Just give me a few more minutes--this is an important soliloquy," TJ told his brother, "What are you building anyway?"
Sam groaned, "It's taking forever, and Hamlet was a stupid-head anyway. Why wouldn't he just kill his uncle--that sort of thing was fine at the time."
"Sam," TJ sighed, "The play isn't about killing. It's about, um...it's about a man fighting what's inside of him--and how indecision leads to disaster. It'd be a pretty short play if Hamlet just killed his uncle in the first act."
"But then you'd be done rehearsing by now!"
TJ ignored his brother, and recited:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
Sam clapped, "That's pretty good, TJ. But I still think you'd make a better Yorick. He didn't have any lines."
TJ threw the model skull across the room at his brother, then hobbled over to help his brother learn how to solder.
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Art by
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I still think TJ should be all like "Alas, poor Pistachio." Or Sam, at least. And then doing it over and over again once he realizes it annoys his bro, trying to drive TJ out of his skull.
Also, Hamlet couldn't kill his uncle without some form of proof corroborating the spirit's evidence. Even if his uncle was guilty of regicide, his only evidence at the time was the word of a ghost, who - even in a time when that ghost COULD have been a spirit from hell sent to tempt Hamlet into committing an evil act - was not admissible as a witness in a court of law. He needed evidence first of all to confirm the ghost's story in some fashion, and ideally something that would also cover his butt so he didn't get his head chopped off. And even once that was done, there's a big psychological difference between killing a man in the heat of the moment and actually plotting his murder. Now, mind, once he had that evidence (tenuous as it was), he really should have taken steps to do something a touch faster.
Also, Hamlet couldn't kill his uncle without some form of proof corroborating the spirit's evidence. Even if his uncle was guilty of regicide, his only evidence at the time was the word of a ghost, who - even in a time when that ghost COULD have been a spirit from hell sent to tempt Hamlet into committing an evil act - was not admissible as a witness in a court of law. He needed evidence first of all to confirm the ghost's story in some fashion, and ideally something that would also cover his butt so he didn't get his head chopped off. And even once that was done, there's a big psychological difference between killing a man in the heat of the moment and actually plotting his murder. Now, mind, once he had that evidence (tenuous as it was), he really should have taken steps to do something a touch faster.
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