Monday, April 27, 2009

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,
...That it should come to this--
But two months dead, nay not so much, not two --
So exellent a King, that was to his
Hyperion to a satyr...

6 comments:

ma grande folle de soeur said...

Feeric!

lettuce said...

marvellously melancholy

Son of Incogneato said...

Oh yes! This stuff is fan-tastic.
How I wish I could stroll about San Fran and serendipitously stumble over these manifestations of ingenious whimsy.

Jane said...

This is such a cool idea!

grrl+dog said...

..on the ramparts..

Gabrielle said...

The foreboding here is unbearable. I have china weld handy. She looks so vulnerable, this is priceless