aclassicalmess's Reviews (165)

The political moral is certainly depressing: these people could be made to believe in anybody or anything.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy: it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.

While I’m lying there naked, flat on my back,
I hope I remember all that I went through —
the storms and the lovers and the mountains;

complaining at the top of my lungs;
salting my grief with my mirth
while being tossed this way and that, askew and asunder,
in this blithering whirlwind of wonder.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Being able to read and write did not provide the answers to all questions. It led to other questions, and then to others.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

It was dark for so long, so very long. We were all blind. And there was the cold, a vast, unmoving, heavy cold. We could not move at all. We did not move. We did not speak. Our mouths were closed, pressed shut by the cold and by the weight. Our eyes were pressed shut. Our limbs were held still. Our minds were held still. For how long? There was no length of time; how long is death? And is one dead only after living, or before life as well? Certainly we thought, if we thought anything, that we were dead; but if we had ever been alive, we had forgotten it.