When you fell across the bed, you said that I looked like Hamlet, had exactly his expression as I stood before you. What the devil Hamlet looked like I don't know... All I know is he kept saying that going off to die or staying alive was a tough question... I don't think this was a question at all. If every time I died I had to think about those things, my head would have exploded long ago with too much thinking. As it was, I died without their even executing me, living let alone dying, was not up to me. So when you said that non sense about Hamlet, I wanted to burst out laughing.
