I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; 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 piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! 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 neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.
I have this pinned up on the wall of my office cubicle thingo.
It makes me weep mingled tears of bitter envy and awe.
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See, other people in their cubicles put up inspirational positive messages like: "You can do it", or that shithouse 'footsteps' fucking thing, or something about 'goals'.
You put up Hamlet.
That's why I like you.
Thanks Pers.
I also have a giant photo of Julia Zemiro and a First Dog on the Moon cartoon.
Ramon,
While nowhere in the same league as your quote from Hamlet, my workstation has an 'inspirational' quotation pinned to the wall from Jeffrey Richards and John McKenzie, authors of The Railway Station: A Social History:
"One measure of a civilised and compassionate society is the extent of its provision of public transport. Violence, materialism and the self-centred pursuit of success at any cost are often the hallmarks of a car-dominated society."
It's what keeps me going fighting the good fight, despite all the fuckwittery, interminable bureaucracy and dysfunctionality of the industry I work in.
LS
P.S. I hate all the stupid motivational message-with-a-nature-photo stuff as well. I am too much of a cynical grognard to fall for that shit.
Early leader for 'Word of the Week': Grognard.
I have a bunch of postcards stuck on the wall, a ladybird hanging from my lamp, a plant to clean the air, a wooden horse with bendy legs ,a glass paperweight, a snowdome, a telescope... jesus this desk is a mess
This mob has a nice line in demotivational posters.
My office is decorated with the blood of my staff after mid-year performance appraisals.
The blood is covering a multitude of www.redmeat.com cartoons and drawings by the fadlets.
I just had a big white board with the title 'patch's replacement memory' across the top in front of my desk.
Why bears?
Oh fuck! Ramon's been watching "Withnail" again while pissed.
Because, Boogey, yonks ago I read something about language to the effect that we yearn to create music to move the stars but all we can do in beat on a broken drum to make music for bears to dance to.
But you think I can find the original source again?
Can I fuck!
And very good, Christian.
Bonus points for you!
Perhaps here, Ramon?
I really doubt it, Boogey.
I used to have an extract of The Passion by Jeanette Winterson. Possibly the most beautifully written piece of literature in the last 50 years.
Now I have a box of tissues and unpaid bills.
"Howl, howl, howl!"
Hamlet was more boring than my favourite which would be Othello I think, or perhaps not to think. Is that the question? "Whether 'tis nobler ..."
It's all so fucking depressing.
King Lear was a knob head from page one. Not to mention one of his daughters sounded like a venereal disease (no prizes for guessing) and I reckon just quietly that there was something "inappropriate" going on with Cordelia.
I lost interest in Shakespeare after we saw Lady Macbeth in the nick at the Seymour Centre. It was all downhill from there.
"Out damn Shakespeare ..."
What a disjointed comment.
Sorry.
I've been out for lunch.
It speaks volumes about the type of people I went to school with, that when faced with the choice of studying Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet for Yr 12 English, they chose the more accessible and popular but (in my opinion) less thoughtful latter.
On one wall of my cubicle I have a picture drawn by three of my students. It's a dude and he has a million or so spears and poison darts all over him, with one massive spear running through his head, down to his stomach and coming out of his groin. His eyes are popping out of their sockets and he's also being blown up by grenades.
The dude has a speech bubble and it says "Still alive!"
Yes, it's an inspirational message, but I think the violence more than makes up for it. It's my favourite thing ever.
And, off topic, but did you know that Franz Ferdinand (the Archduke, not the band) was assassinated by Darth Vader or by Chuck Norris? This is what I learned through Year 9 SOSE today.
My side-of-fridge inspirations:
1. The Suit Stone of El Jazeel - a Leunig cartoon.
2. A picture of David Brent dancing.
That's really all you need.
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