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Hamlet
I love that we have this sort of conversation. Walking home with takeaway dinner:
Marnanel: So the central question is: was Hamlet mad?
Riordon: Mad like angry, or...?
Marnanel: Heck, he was pissy out of his mind, but I mean, was he crazy mad? I say he wasn't, others say he was.
Riordon: Why?
Marnanel: Well, why would you write a whole play where the central character was acting irrationally?
Riordon: Well, he wrote plenty about Hamlet's girlfriend.
Marnanel: Well, true, but I mean... the play's all about this tall guy in black, the gothy prince bloke, that's why it's called Hamlet in the first place... was he mad? That's the question.
Riordon: "That is the question."
Marnanel: Ha.
Marnanel: So the central question is: was Hamlet mad?
Riordon: Mad like angry, or...?
Marnanel: Heck, he was pissy out of his mind, but I mean, was he crazy mad? I say he wasn't, others say he was.
Riordon: Why?
Marnanel: Well, why would you write a whole play where the central character was acting irrationally?
Riordon: Well, he wrote plenty about Hamlet's girlfriend.
Marnanel: Well, true, but I mean... the play's all about this tall guy in black, the gothy prince bloke, that's why it's called Hamlet in the first place... was he mad? That's the question.
Riordon: "That is the question."
Marnanel: Ha.