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The play's the thing...
"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise. And indeed it goes so heavy with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, appears to me a stale promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air - look you this brave, o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire - why, it appears to me no more than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
"What a piece of work is Man. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty. In form in moving, how express and admirable. In action 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?
"Man delights not me."
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, II, ii.
(from memory, thank you very much.)
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