Sunday, March 29, 2009

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew his apples well!

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)

Pretty much every time Isabella holds an apple she reminds me of Hamlet.

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