The young master awoke this morning due to dampness of the drawers, but after changing it was apparent that his wails were also a lament on his entrapment in the human condition. This appeared to be the time for Hamlet's soliloquy from the beginning of Act III. At first his eyes widened, struck by the resonance of the words with his own thoughts. On the second reading he was propelled into a deep rest, comforted with the knowledge that although he may suffer it will not be alone...and he also had a little blowout.
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