22 Nov 2011
Polonius, poor old devil, has baled up Hamlet in the library and is intent on finding out if he has gone completely mad –
H. Do you see yonder cloud that’s in the shape of a camel?
P. By the mass, and it is like a camel in deed.
H. Methinks it is like a weasel.
P. It is backed like a weasel.
H. Or like a whale.
P. Very like a whale.
- I have tried to depict the cloud as seen through Polonius’s rheumy eyes, and to confuse matters it is reflected in Elsinore’s moat, and the moon is scudding by.