unabacus

"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promotory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in aprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither."

[ taken from withnail and i ]

[ originally from hamlet ]

found his quote on my old site and had forgotten how much i like it... not my thinking currently - especially the last part , but has been in the past, and still i love it.

I have managed to get a singular credit card back now... so yay! have money again...