well, of course it's his fault -- ! and i should think it's also the fellow who ran him through with a foil's fault, too -- i should think it's my fault, for not being about to anything -- i should think it's hamlet's fault, and laertes's fault -- and god's fault, for not being about or doing anything -- it's the chapel's fault and the worms' fault and life's fault, death's fault, what does that matter -- ? horatio's not the only one who's got to get used to the idea, is he? and i'm sick to death -- i'm dead tired -- i'm sick and tired of -- ... *hushes him, quietly* we've been getting a little hysterical, too. call it catharsis. (don't be.)
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