what a piece of work is man
Posted: February 18, 2011 at 12:00 pm by pannToday’s inspiration is Hamlet.
What my reader might envy about my life is the time that I have to do things at home. Like most humans, I squander my resources. I am sorry to say, that here I am at home, while the kids are at school and sometimes I really waste that time.
Sometimes, I use it industriously to do egregious tasks.
Sometimes, I squander it in personally enjoyable activities, such as reading or napping.
Sometimes, I decide I should memorize speeches from Hamlet. That’s one thing I did today. I am trying to commit to memory the speech in which Hamlet describes his depression, how he really knows that the world, the air, mankind, etc., are amazing and all that, but his attitude sucks and he is Not Pleased.
To test my learning of it so far, I am going to try to write it out now.
I have of late, wherefore I know not , lost all my mirth. … What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how admirable, in action. How like an angel, in apprehension… How like a God!
It’s close, but not quite right. If you are a Shakespearean scholar, you’ll notice my funny punctuation. A quick trip to Wikipedia and you may talk like a scholar, too, for there it explains how in different places where this brilliant speech is committed to paper, there are different punctuation marks. I don’t recall which is what, and why, but I did decide to memorize and say this speech to myself as it most made sense. So, I am saying that in apprehension, man is like an angel, rather than in action. Daring, I know. That’s me.
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