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...

Anonymous said...

maybe the bubble was all her hair floating...