Withnail and I... Hamlet Soliloquy
I have of late, but whereforeI know not, lost all my mirthand indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition;that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a sterrillPromontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,look you, this brave ore-hanging firmament,this Majestical Roof,fretted with golden fire: why,it appeares no other thingto me, then 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 apprehensionhow like a God !the beauty of the world,the paragon of animals. and yet to me,what is this quintessence of dust?Man delights not me; no,nor Woman neither;
—The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (Act II, Scene ii, 285-300)
Richard E. Grant and Bruce Robinson on WITHNAIL AND I
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