Wednesday, January 13, 2010


"I have of late -- but wherefore I know not -- lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire -- why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.  What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!  And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust?"

 -W. Shakespeare, Hamlet 

(Painting by Ed Ruscha)

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