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givetheethisplagueforthydowry

mood:

why wouldst thou be a

breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.


- The Tragedy of Hamlet (III,i)

Working on the comic and the layout. I need to reinstall Photoshop...