"He Woke Up, and the Room Was Bare..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneWe saw the rest of Hamlet! It's--well. They sent us the wrong version, by mistake, which is why it seemed exactly like the version Miss Zara had already seen. Because it, you know, was.
But. All that aside.
Ohhhh, Horatio. He was perfect. He looked so tired and harassed all the time, and was always doing everything; and he was always there at everyone's side, Gertrude's, Ophelia's, Hamlet's--always bowed for the royalty, without taking his eyes off whomever was mad at the time. He also--I'm not sure if this makes him perfect to anyone but me <3--looked just almost exactly like Fred Astaire. He kept doing lots of little mannerisms that are utterly Fred Astaire's, too--the way he folded his arms, the way he shook his head, the way he wrinkled his forehead--really.
Hamlet touched him far more than was necessary. Also he wore a green sweater-vest. I've never seen anyone look so adorably worried to death in a green sweater-vest before. Keeee. And he--oh, I don't know. Perfect Horatio.
Hamlet, on the other hand, looked like a dork in fencing gloves. And ohhhh, he cheated that second touch on Laertes. One does not do that in fencing. It does, technically, count for a point, but it was still cheating to a degree; and Laertes should have lost the point through disqualification, for turning his back, not through getting struck. The only way someone is supposed to get a point on one's back is by flicking.
...Er.
Also as Hamlet was dying he kept falling and clinging to Horatio, over and over--he'd get up, and then his knees would give again, and Horatio would catch him--
(during heart's core, Hamlet touched his cheek and leaned forward half, as though he were going to kiss him)
Oh, I started crying when Polonius was killed. I don't mind blood, I don't mind wounds, I want to be a doctor, but oh. I hate it when things are killed, and I hate it when things are killed like that. And he was bleeding all over the floor, and it was pooling, and Gertrude tried to wash it up, and it was all over her hands--and then Hamlet, all over his shirt and his hands and a bit on his face by his mouth; and he spread it on Claudius by kissing him, and--oh. I-- oh. Oh.
Poor Laertes.
...Oh, and Fortinbras was neeeeeat. Also he presumably had a no-smoking policy in his army. ^____~ Because he made his captain put out his cigarette. Hee. And he has a wonderful beard, and such a taken-charge manner when he came in at the end.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern looked positively backwards; but Guildenstern was angry when Hamlet was being mad after the play, and he was angry. And when Hamlet insisted he play the pipe. I don't remember when it was I saw Guildenstern almost cry when Hamlet did that...
Oh. It was good. It really was.
And Horatio...!
But. All that aside.
Ohhhh, Horatio. He was perfect. He looked so tired and harassed all the time, and was always doing everything; and he was always there at everyone's side, Gertrude's, Ophelia's, Hamlet's--always bowed for the royalty, without taking his eyes off whomever was mad at the time. He also--I'm not sure if this makes him perfect to anyone but me <3--looked just almost exactly like Fred Astaire. He kept doing lots of little mannerisms that are utterly Fred Astaire's, too--the way he folded his arms, the way he shook his head, the way he wrinkled his forehead--really.
Hamlet touched him far more than was necessary. Also he wore a green sweater-vest. I've never seen anyone look so adorably worried to death in a green sweater-vest before. Keeee. And he--oh, I don't know. Perfect Horatio.
Hamlet, on the other hand, looked like a dork in fencing gloves. And ohhhh, he cheated that second touch on Laertes. One does not do that in fencing. It does, technically, count for a point, but it was still cheating to a degree; and Laertes should have lost the point through disqualification, for turning his back, not through getting struck. The only way someone is supposed to get a point on one's back is by flicking.
...Er.
Also as Hamlet was dying he kept falling and clinging to Horatio, over and over--he'd get up, and then his knees would give again, and Horatio would catch him--
(during heart's core, Hamlet touched his cheek and leaned forward half, as though he were going to kiss him)
Oh, I started crying when Polonius was killed. I don't mind blood, I don't mind wounds, I want to be a doctor, but oh. I hate it when things are killed, and I hate it when things are killed like that. And he was bleeding all over the floor, and it was pooling, and Gertrude tried to wash it up, and it was all over her hands--and then Hamlet, all over his shirt and his hands and a bit on his face by his mouth; and he spread it on Claudius by kissing him, and--oh. I-- oh. Oh.
Poor Laertes.
...Oh, and Fortinbras was neeeeeat. Also he presumably had a no-smoking policy in his army. ^____~ Because he made his captain put out his cigarette. Hee. And he has a wonderful beard, and such a taken-charge manner when he came in at the end.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern looked positively backwards; but Guildenstern was angry when Hamlet was being mad after the play, and he was angry. And when Hamlet insisted he play the pipe. I don't remember when it was I saw Guildenstern almost cry when Hamlet did that...
Oh. It was good. It really was.
And Horatio...!
