![]() Where we went wrong, was getting on a boat. As love between them, like the palm might flourish, et cetera, that on the knowing of these contents, without delay of any kind, should those bearers, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, put to sudden death. What does this have to do with me? You turn up out of the blue with some cock-and-bull story.Īs England is Denmark's faithful tributary. I *mean* I don't believe it! And even if it's true, what do we say? ![]() What, just a conspiracy of cartographers, you mean? Twenty-seven questions he got out in ten minutes, and answered three! I was waiting for you to *delve.* "When is he going to start delving?" I asked myself.īut they can't! We're supposed to be. Oh, our evasions were lovely - "Were you sent for?" "My Lord, we were sent for." I didn't know where to put myself. Twenty-seven to three, and you think he might have had the edge? He *murdered* us! He caught us on the wrong foot once or twice, perhaps, but I thought we gained some ground. Question and answer! Old ways are the best ways! He was scoring off us all down the line. We played it close to the chest, of course. I think we can say he made us look ridiculous. I'm trying to establish the direction of the wind. I forget which you are trying to establish. Alternatively, a clock, if it is going, would give you a rough idea of the position of the sun. ![]() I merely suggest that the position of the sun, if it is out, would give you a rough idea of the time. To put it another way, if we came from down there, and it's morning, the sun would be up there, but if it's actually over there and it's still morning, we must have come from back there, and if that's southerly, and the sun is really over there, then it's the afternoon. On the other hand, if it's not morning and the sun is over there, that would still be northerly. If it is, and the sun is over there for instance, that would be northerly. In the morning, the sun would be easterly. ![]() why exactly are you behaving in this extraordinary manner? You come back to find that hardly was the corpse cold before his young brother pops onto his throne and into his sheets, thereby offending both legal and natural practice. To sum up: your father, whom you love, dies. "Hey you! What's your name? Come out of there!" In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out." You could lie there thinking, "Well, at least I'm not dead. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you'd prefer to be alive. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I'm going to stuff you in this box. I mean, you'd be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you're dead. Because you'd be helpless, wouldn't you? Stuffed in a box like that. You'd wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. Not that I'd like to sleep in a box, mind you. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never *know* you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. Did you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?
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