OUI OUI. One, because my heart’s in backwards and my incest-dar is the most overreactive of them all; they’re such an interesting dynamic in and of themselves—casual and frank with each other in a way no one in this play really gets to be with anyone else, intimate and insular (I can’t imagine being Polonius’s kid lends itself to easy relations with anyone else, given that he talks them through relationships like he’s talking chess) and unique. Then they’re both perfect foils to Hamlet himself in very divergent ways: Laertes is the man Hamlet should be, textually, according to everyone else at court; the man of action to Hamlet’s man of thought—and then Ophelia is Hamlet’s mirror in so many ways; they’re both creatures of thought who both lose themselves to it. So the three of them balance and triangulate wonderfully, each one has different reasons to envy and admire the others, and I just want all of them in diametric parallel reaction forever.
And that fight in the grave is a love-rivalry quarrel. It just is.
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let the less-loving one be me
ASK & SUBMIT & INTRO & LJ
queens and huntsmen, physicality stanning, theater feelings, hilarious myopia, nonstop verbosity, delusions of grandeur. fictional moral compass not found.
