Saturday, October 29, 2005
The Hamlet Dialog
Absent thee from felicity awhile,and in this harsh world
draw thy breath in pain,for 'tis not a white house but a
black one rather. All besotted, friend so good and true.
What means my Lord?
Treason.
Absent thee from felicity awhile,and in this harsh world
draw thy breath in pain,for 'tis not a white house but a
black one rather. All besotted, friend so good and true.
What means my Lord?
Treason.
