ad infinitum et supra!

6 July 1988
External Services:
  • rgdbxb@livejournal.com

"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'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. 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 apprehensive 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 women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."