Writing the Hamlet paper. As I think about, and try to put into my words, Hamlet's lamentation of his condition, Merle Haggard sings softly in the background.
Says Hamlet:
I have of late - but wherefore I know not, - lost all my mirth, forgone 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....
What a piece of work is Man...
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me...
Says Merle Haggard:
Wishing all these old things were new...
Ahhh, the human condition.
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