Hamlet : Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is
your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us,
and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your
lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one
table. That’s the end.
Claudius: Alas, alas!
Hamlet: A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and
eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Claudius: What dost you mean by this?
Hamlet: Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress
through the guts of a beggar.
Dec 10th
HARPER: People who are lonely, people left alone, sit talking nonsense to the air, imagining... beautiful systems dying, old fixed orders spiraling apart... ...everywhere, things are collapsing, lies surfacing, systems of defense giving way...This is why, this is why I shouldn't be left alone. People are like planets, you need a thick skin. Things get to me. Well look. My dreams are talking back to me... I'm undecided. In the whole entire world, you are the only person, the only person I love or have ever loved. And I love you terribly. Terribly. That's what's so awfully, irreducibly real. I can make up anything but I can't dream that away...
JOE: I'm not going to leave you, Harper.
HARPER: Well maybe not. But I'm going to leave you.
Dec 2nd