“This is the very ecstasy of love”. Shakespeare’s Hamlet

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Pictures are still from London’s Sherlock Holmes Museum

on Baker Street.

Today we’re still looking at love in all the

Shakespeare’s place….the Play Hamlet…Depressing I know but…..

But first getting the Deoutlanderpression:

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“Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.”

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“You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame”

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And then there’s Hamlet…not exactly what one would think of as a love story…with the Hero always seeking revenge and seeing ghosts telling him his uncle killed his brother and mad at his mother for marrying the murderer (I always got the idea he was a bit too fixated on his mother—but that’s a whole other story so…) and on and on….and he talks to skulls–Hamlet not his uncle.  While a lovely, if a bit depressed, or lets face it more than a little mad Ophelia wanders around pinning with unreturned love.

To me this is a bit more common the unloved party and it’s adults if none of them are quite right in the head if you get my drift.

“Love is begun by time, And time qualifies the spark and fire of it ”

The good here is Ophelia, who while a big melancholy seems to be a nice girl–to good for the likes of our hero but still.

The bad is the way Hamlet treats her and there have long been debates as to whether the Dane actually love the lovely lady so fixated on his Depression self-centered self…or was he just so involved in avenging his father’s death (who’s ghost reported the murder) that he just couldn’t deal with the needy lady.  But whether or not his treatment of her fragile self is most certainly the bad.

The ugly of course is her decline from at best being ignored, at worst being reject—and there is some question about her death.  The queen says she climbed into a willow tree and the branch broke and she was swept away by the river….but who’s gonna believe a woman who (according to the ghost) doesn’t even realize her own husband was murdered…I had always understand it was suicide and given the Bard’s track record I’d say that is the best guess.  I mean Hamlet lives thru knife fights, and exposing his uncle–his girl’s death–whatever the cause, but falls victim to a mild knife cut—seems the knife was coated with poison.

“To be, or not to be: that is the question”.

I know the first thing one notices is that he kills off the lead characters AGAIN.  Ophelia for love of Hamlet or a bad tree limb—maybe that was why Hamlet didn’t want her any more–she was putting on weight…some guys are really sensitive about a girl getting porky.   And besides the melancholy boy was too tied up on the presumption of murder and confiding in skulls to pay much attention to a fat, obcessive female.

I never got the killing ones self for a lost love…I lost a boyfriend in college and a husband at a much older age from illnesses, I grieved but did not ever reach a depth of suicide.  The time we had together and the things we shared are now fond memories, but I accept the idea that some women or men might and do attempt when rejected.  And hopefully in our day and age Ophelia would have gotten counseling and some Zoloft—or even short term commitment.

“Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.”

But many of us have gone thru love that is not returned or we are offered some affection but never up to the sameness of the main lover….we women seem to think that we have the market all tied up on unrequited love and that’s enforced by Shakespeare’s Ophelia and her constant fall into love and despair and don’t tell me he didn’t kill off the poor girl, I truly believe it was by her own hand (well really his–Shakespeare not Hamlet–though he didn’t help– so it’s kinda murder, but) because of this.  And in all honesty I have known many a man hopelessly in love with a woman who did not share the emotions or at least their depth of the man who idolized her.

Her brother (how many times have we as friends or relations tried to keep the bequiled lover from harm–mental being more common than physical) forbids her from seeing Hamlet as he feels that he isn’t really that into her (duh)…but of course when you’re in love how often do you listen to advise?…it’s like your brain is on sensory overload and just ignores everything not related to the object of your affection….If you have never been there I feel sorry for you for we must all have a hopless love or two…as we are not Mr. Spock (and even he became enthralled under certain circumstances.) I think that to stupidly love someone who barely notices you is a true certificate of our humanity.

And being the object of affection is not  that great either.  In my younger days I wasn’t bad to look at and had a personality that begged for sweet shy guys to follow me like puppies (nothing that’s happened to me in the last 100 years).  Now my problem was that I had a very busy mind and a schedule of activities to match.  I was anti-war and all manner of 60’s activities and they were so sweet I would go out with them and then feel bad as the boredom set in.  I wasn’t a mean person and spent a life time trying to break up and move on…and no body was happy in the situation and I didn’t even have to out my murderous uncle and deal with obcessions with my mother…and I don’t remember (well maybe one Halloween) that I set around coversating with skulls.  Oh and I’ve been on the other side to with beautiful men who enjoyed me for my mind or wouldn’t mind a physical get together but didn’t want me full time or lovingly so I figure we’ve all been on both sides and I’m not sure there’s any great way to handle it…except I’m sure that the willow tree  limb into river isn’t one of them.


“The lady doth protest too much, methinks”.

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Doubt thou the stars are fire

Doubt that the sun doth move

Doubt truth to be a liar

But never Doubt I love

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