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Lunacy In Hamlet

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I feel like a heavy anchor sinking helplessly in a violent and thick sea; waves of a blood-stained clarity batter and bash my fragile body mercilessly and relentlessly. First, I see my mad son slay my husband’s dearest advisor through the tapestry of my own bedroom, and just now my once thought mad son has confessed there had been a method to his most distasteful lunacy, that it was nothing but a mask he donned to fool a, supposedly, equally imprudent King. “A murderer and a villain, a slave that is not twentieth part the tithe of your precedent lord.” That is what my dearest son said about Claudius.
Is this yet another part of his mask of lunacy, or is it a truth he speaks from his heart? Is that why that dastardly Hamlet put that play upon us? A tale of a sibling’s murder, where his brother married the very widow he created – it is too specific to be a coincidence. Now that I recall, Hamlet and his closest of friends, Horatio, had kept a keen eye on Claudius throughout the entirety of the play. I must not forget that Hamlet is a deep-thinking man, a man who would pause and think to shriek if surprised alone at night; the play must have been one of his elaborate schemes – nothing but a ploy to wring the guilt out of Cladius like a dirty, wet rag.
She acts even more shocked. Heaven’s above, Cladius did act strange when confronted by such a specific play. No! It was not nothing but a strange act, it was a blatant declaration of his guilt, if he were innocent he would have

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