Friday, March 19, 2010
what is this quintessence of dust
Hamlet: 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, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Rosencrantz: My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
"Hamlet," William Shakespeare
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