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the experiment part two The experiment, as I like to call it, is going better than I expected it to. It's also over. Um. - Fuck. I am meant to be writing something. It seems as though I am always meant to be writing something. Also I should have gone to bed about forty minutes ago. This also is a regular occurrence. Also, tomorrow I have to do things, which I am scared of, because I should have been preparing for those things today, and I haven't been. Again, part of a pattern. - I went to see Hamlet tonight. It was good. Um. I was struck by the... well, mainly by Hamlet's cruel treatment of Ophelia, which is never really explained, and the nature of Ophelia's madness, which rather than being strangely prescient, as most Shakespearian madness, was just scary and alienating, kind of like madness in real life. - I wonder, why is Hamlet such a prick to Ophelia? And why don't we ever get any decent sort of explanation for it? - "Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession is her religion Her sin is her lifelessness" - Bob Dylan |
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