To be, or not to be, that is the question —
Wether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.

Ah yes, you did indeed guess quite well. I did go see Hamlet last night. An American group had put up the play Hamlet in Bø, and as the great Shakespeare-adorer that I am, I would not pass on this chance by any means.
the actors and actresses I thought were great. Hamlet and Ophelia especially impressed me, how convincing they seemed! How truthful and real they seemed! And what desireable voices! They did very well with what little props and effects they had, but I felt the costumes to be a bit off or too plain sometimes. They were a royal family, were they not?
But a good play, nontheless.

Oh how I wish I could talk in this noble and fair tongue! How beautiful would not the music of these sweet words seem? That I, a jestful maiden of not many winters, would sound like musical tunes of harps played by fair nymphs! Do dote on me all whom I call dear, for I shall rise to the stage where my whimsical lips shall learn how to sing. I seek this manner, this value, this ability — to express a simple thing so beautifully, that it is no longer simple. Or one could say that simplicy in itself is beauty worth.
Thruthfully, my wishing will be naught but that, for I shant ever be able to. Oh how sorrowful a destiny!

Listening to: Regina Spektor – The Call (The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian)
Reading: The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
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