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Dear Hamlet, it's Ophelia. If you're reading this then I've probably gona for a swim already; practising on holding my breath. That was sarcasm...I'm going to go drown myself, and as painful as that is, it's not as painful as how you've been treating me. I can't help it, the apprehension I feel from you feels like I'm being stampeded on by a herd of buffalo. Who do you think you are to tell me to get to a nunnery?! As far as you're concerned I'm as chaste as a nun and on my way to God. Oh well it doesn't matter you're too far gone past reason, bordering obsession. I think you make Ahab look like he's only got an afterschool hobby. I see where I stand to you and I don't need this. Everyone's telling me what to do, you, father, and Laertes. I will finally do something that I want to. Two can play at being crazy, Hamlet, I'll show you who's going to go off into the deep end, literally! ! No one's ever going to tell me what to do ever again!

P.S. I hope you and everyone you love dies!

with no love,
Ophelia

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Hi there, it's me again Hammy. It's been a while since I've written. After all going crazy between thoughts of killing my father-uncle and how much I want to tell Ophelia, but can't...it's complicated. Why can't she just understand that I'm not crazy...not really...I just have to make everyone believe it. If i tell her then she'll probably muck it up...she was never really good at acting. Singing yes, but acting...good god, I think I've seen animals with who perform better. It's not her fault she's just too genuine, guile is lost on her and she just sounds awkward. How awkward? Like someone who's caught in the act of a crime, but still won't admit it, and they make it sound like you've offended them...anyway you look at it it won't be good. She probably would be better than mother though, mother's act of care for father lasted shorter than most peoples' digestions. Now on to the big question...did I do the right thing? letting Claudius go?! I mean he was praying...and i think if you kill someone while they're talking to God, God has no choice but to take him into heaven, I mean that's pretty cold to leave him there if he dies mid conversation. Well it's ok I'll have more chances to kill him...it's not like this will get anymore worse or anyone else will die. RIP Father your death shall be the only one and it will be avenged!! (I hope)

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Hamlet (Shakespeare) - Thug Notes Summary and Analysis

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Hamlet, whatever shall you do?

We can’t tell if you’re trying to be you

Or someone who’s lost a few screws

Your disposition has affected Ophelia too!

So Hamlet whatever shall you do?

Claudius’s fault is clear but that’s nothing new

Can you keep up this ruse!?

Yes! Polonius is DEAD!...but Ophelia too…

But this isn’t the time to sing the blues

It’s time to kill Claudius, but he has Laertes fooled

He hasn’t foiled your plan, the foil you’ll use

Your edge is your weapon but poison is his tool

You’ve got what you wanted,

And it’s all finally done.

You won your personal war,

but now Fortinbras has won.

You killed your father’s killer

Like any true son.

It’s better to die an achieved life

Than to survive a failed one.

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“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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1 Hamlet

2 Conniving Conspirators (One uncle and his advisor preferrably)

3 tablespoons of doubt

2 pinches of appearances from your ghostly dead father

½ cup of a lover you have to keep in the dark

2 teaspoons stupid twits you used to know

A dash of a mother you still care about (but you’re unsure if she’s completely sane or not)

1 tablespoon of missed opportunities

1 teaspoon of killing your lover’s father

A pint of poison, or a healthy amount...like enough for 3 people.

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"To be or not to be, that is the question"
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet