"I have of late—but wherefore I know
not—lost all my mirth, forgone 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 appears no other thing to me than a foul and
pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a
man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form
and 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. No, nor woman
neither."
Sometimes you're just barely hanging in there and no one knows it.
And you wonder why you bother. You may as well share your thoughts with the wolves and say goodnight.
If I don't write something funny soon, I'm fucked.
Sometimes you're just barely hanging in there and no one knows it.
And you wonder why you bother. You may as well share your thoughts with the wolves and say goodnight.
If I don't write something funny soon, I'm fucked.
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