“Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.”
– Hamlet, Act III, Scene I
I really do have an excuse: I haven’t spoken this speech since college. I was inspired to do it by the number of expectant mothers in attendance – Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners, indeed. Not enough? How about: this was done at the end of the evening, when things got, well, less than precise. At any rate, someone picked up the camera right around “I am very proud…” Other performances were nothing short of wonderful. But I suspect they will show up elsewhere.
What, no tights?
Well, Bravo anyway.
I am absolutely wearing tights. It’s a comfort thing.
Perhaps it is my computer monitor, but you wouldn’t by any chance be the superhero, Fuchsia Man?
I enjoyed this.
Why thank you, bro. You would have enjoyed the whole party, methinks.