Monday, June 8, 2009

Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 7

One woe doth tread upon another's heel.
So fast they follow: your sister's drowned,
Laertes.

    - Gertrude

2 comments:

mum said...

I love the big hair look you gave her.

From which you'll gather correctly I'm lacking the essential amino acid for tragedy this morning. I see the word 'drowned' and read 'drownded' as in:

- She drownded?
- Totally drownded. With a bubble on her head.

See? Lacks decorum. Next thing you know, the kid will be reborn a water nymph and start a daisy chain production line called 'Singing Brooks and Watery Graves'.

Ophelia she be drownded? yea, drownded. (I'm working on my tragic affect.) Drownded? yea, drownded...

grrl+dog said...

maybe the bubble was all her hair floating...