It's a good production, and a full one. I'm far along, after Polonius's guts have been dragged out of Gertrude's bedchamber. I am having a reaction I don't remember feeling. I want to tell that dithering Dane that the way he is behaving he is going to get himself killed.
And that I may not care as much as I used to.
And that I may not care as much as I used to.
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