Quote Originally Posted by tamagothi
Withnail and I, το κομμάτι απ' τον Άμλετ.
[I have of late—but wherefore I know not—
lost all my mirth; and indeed,
it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame,
the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging
firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,
why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how
noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving
how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in
apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the
paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence
of dust? Man delights not me—no, nor woman nei-
ther. Nor woman neither.]
ω ναι.