Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof--and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 129
mudcub- December 27th, 2008
I ♥ horndogs who are also intellectual.
LOL! And here I dragged you to something stupid and very silly, probably written on an alcoholic dare, based on a video game and a bad 80's movie. Still, we got a bearded beefy Scottish cop in a kilt, and then his underwear.
I do enjoy Stoppard although usually have to see his plays twice to understand 30% of his work.