Nocturnes

Hamletizing

Hamletizing is something that a Danish Prince, J. Alfred Prufrock and I all not like to do a lot of but do a lot of anyway:

— “Did I just see my dead daddy’s specter or do I need to get my royal head shrinked?”  ”Do I kill his killer or skulk and soliloquize to stage left?”

—“Do I dare to buy some Rogaine or let my bald spot grow like an over-ripened peach?”

—“Do I end this with a quippy one liner ( “To update Facebook page from iPhone or from office network?” is always a safe bet) or go on Bridget Jones rant without the moxie of junior jowls posing as impish pout and the inevitable retraction of:

“You see, that was really not what I meant at all…”