My IOC tomorrow and I've spent the entire evening studying on my war-time poetry and Hamlet play. It's funny how I can relate myself to Hamlet, in a very twisted sense. Maybe I could use this for if I've been given Hamlet to commentate on, it should go down well.
I had a look through analyses online and found out that it could be interpreted in so many diverse ways; each of which are all correct within their own reasoning.
How nice it must be not be able to think about things. How nice it must be to forget things so easily. I feel envious, of all the traits I could possibly choose from, I get a sustained memory, so that things could haunt me forever.
Anyway, I shouldn't spend too much time on here, it can all go to some use for me for tomorrow afternoon when my life will depend on something, whatever it my life is worth now.
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