tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post4352152640580506773..comments2024-03-18T19:05:39.072-07:00Comments on Morphosis: Be is To BeAdam Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803399373213872690noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post-30482111926631615252018-09-07T12:47:06.898-07:002018-09-07T12:47:06.898-07:00This goes some way towards allaying my vague disco...This goes some way towards allaying my vague discontent with that soliloquy, which derived from a sense that he's just going the long way round to say<br /><br />"I'm tired of life. And no wonder, life's shit. But if I kill myself I'll go to Hell - at least, I don't know that I won't - so I'd better not."<br /><br />On your reading Hamlet <b>is</b> saying that, but the poetry is saying something more. I'd never noticed quite how <b>stuck</b> the conclusion is - as you say, he's ruled out life and ruled out death, leaving him... where?<br /><br />I can't read "the whips and scorns of time" without thinking of <a href="https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.folklore.urban/yGPOP0I2QUY%5B26-50%5D" rel="nofollow">the whips and scorps of timp</a>. Yo, there's our boy.Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07009879034507926661noreply@blogger.com