October 2007
5 posts
Smalltalk
HAMLET: Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ: Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.
HAMLET: God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
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“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to...”
– T.S. Eliot
Love, death, and inspiration
This is pretty important, and nothing compares to what I’m about to say.
