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>> No.8356830 [View]
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He didn't feel the cold anymore. That was not to say that he felt anything else, either, but the pervasive chill of his bare skeleton against the air had ceased, and now he was only aware of the hunger within. He had begun to feel the hunger as he lay buried in the cemetery under a small headstone. To say he had awoken would imply that he had slept and dreamt. His rising from the grave, clawing through the damp earth with bony fingers held together by pure force of will, was more like a rebirth. He was not the same man who had been placed into that coffin. He was no longer Edgar Windwhistle. No longer a farmer. No longer a husband and a father.
Clouds had gathered and blocked the moon. All the better to hide his approach toward the small farmhouse with the soft glow of candle light emanating from the windows. The soft clack of bone on bone accompanied his footsteps, and he could hear moans coming from inside as he drew nearer. Peering in through the bedroom window, he saw them, a man and woman tangled together in the bedsheets, their bodies writhing like maggots, moaning in pleasure. They stopped.
"Oi, that godawful stench! Was that you, love?" the man asked playfully as he sat up smiling and dripping with sweat.
The woman rolled over, her pale face and bare chest flushed red. She cackled in reply, "Don't go blaming me for that! Bloody hell, smells like something died."
The skeletal figure outside pulled the window shutters wide open and climbed inside as the man and woman shrieked.
"Heaven protect us!" The woman cried, clutching the sheet to her bare form.

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>my wife's son

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>>7998034
>tfw you have been in a Shakespeare play, spoken in the original language

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What makes a work great instead of very good?

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How do I cram revise Hamlet in a day?

I'll have a question on some unknown interpretation of it on Monday.

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Hey /lit/ For project, I needed to find poems or monologues, in which the author or the character is talking about actors. e.g. Hamlet's monologue to the actors.

Any help is appreciated, thank you /lit/

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best hamlet coming through

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Hello /lit/ I was cast as Hamlet in a production of Shakespeare's play, I forget the title, anyway I was wondering if you could give me any deep insights into his character I could base my portrayal around?

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it's the obvious choice but it has always resonated with me. It's just so damn good.

>I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and queene: moult no feather. 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; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeareth no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. 'What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! 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; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so

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Was he autistic?

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Why was he such a cunt to Ophelia?

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Does the human lifespan put a limitation upon human experience, or does it define it?

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