… pero no te escaparás de mis yambos…

 

(polaroid.y fila di alberi, originalmente cargada por d-anderton).

Placer o goce, que lo diga Barthes donde quiera que esté. Shakespeare no se acaba nunca, y acán van cuatro citas de Hamlet. Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?

Hamlet: Words, words, words.

— escena ii

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Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

— Hamlet, escena ii

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Rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord.
Hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Rosencrantz: My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.
Hamlet: The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing —
Guildenstern: A thing, my lord?
Hamlet: Of nothing.

— escena ii

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When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

— Claudius, escena v