How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
Sunday, August 24, 2003
Life is only unbearable if it is unchangeable. This is the key to Hamlet's insight that life is unbearable.
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