Depression Blog #3
Oh my dear
Ophelia. Forgive me for my craziness. As I once said “I
lov’d Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not (with all their quantity of
love) make up my sum.” (5.1.280-281) and I told you too, "I did love you
once." (3.1.115) People grow and we change as seasons go, I cannot promise
you a love that everlasting, but I promised you my love at that moment on that
day. Please forgive me for losing your trust, but don’t say I never loved you.
You should know that I did, but like I said people change and it never will be
the same.
Blog Assignment # 6
What?! I cannot believe
my ears. How dare you say such things mother? How dare you speak up like that
and tell the world you love Claudius? Where is the love you had for my father?
I feel betrayed, and I’m sure my father feels the same way. You deserve to be
happy, but not if this is the way you do it. There should have been all “… forms, motes, shapes of grief.” (1.2.82) I’ve had enough. I don’t believe a single word you say, I don’t believe
your “love” as you call it for Claudius is true. “Let not thy mother lose her
prayers, Hamlet.” (1.2.118) In my eyes, you’re nothing but a betrayer, not a
mother who’s supposed to love me.
Blog Assignment
#1
“He hasn’t been himself recently and while I know that the
death of his father is weighing heavily on his mind I think it’s time that he
puts it behind him and move on with his life.” What mother says this about her
son, right after losing his father? That one man who I honestly and truly could
trust without doubting? Mother, I have always loved you, but I think you’re
losing it. “Have you forgot me?” (3.4.15) you asked me. Yes mother, I think I
have. I can’t no longer see the real you, who you used to be. “You are my
mother.” (3.4.15) but you’re not really there anymore.
Response to: http://andrewwoodruffhamlet.blogspot.com
Woe is Hamlet? #1
How dare you
call me your son? I will never stand next to you as your son or anything close
to that. You betrayed your own brother, whom loved you dearly. I am his son,
not yours. “A brothers murder” (3.3.38) that’s what you are Claudius, nothing
but a cold hearted murderer. “A villain kills my father” (3.3.79) and expect me
to live with that, and do nothing? No, that’s not how I do it. You don’t have
the right to be here, and one day you’ll realize that and you’ll see the truth.
When you’re finally gone and don’t have a choice.
Response to: http://andrewwoodruffhamlet.blogspot.com
Spying, Gentlemen!
Just like my
mother you too believe I have fallen too hard, and mourning over my father’s
death is inappropriate. You say it isn’t healthy for me to grief over it. I
tell you wrong. The process of getting oneself back onto their feet is up to
each individual. “…you must know your father lost a father/that father lost,
lost his…” (1.2.89-90) you said to me. Of course I am well aware of this, but
that does not change this situation. You ask my old and dear friends to come
here, tell them to lie and not tell me the truth why they’re here. “My lord, I
came to see your father’s funeral.” (1.2.176) Yeah right, we all know they did
not come for that reason. My uncle things I’m crazy and that’s all there is.
Response to: http://andrewwoodruffhamlet.blogspot.com
Ophelia’s
Criticism
I could not
disagree more with what you’re saying Claudius. It was not the lack of people
in the castle surrounding Ophelia that made her “crazy” She was a very fine
young woman and could without a problem stand on her own feet and didn’t rely
on anyone. You didn’t know anything about mine and Ophelia’s relationship so don’t
dare speak about it. You only heard and believed what Polonius told you, “At
such time I’ll loose my daughter to him.” (2.2.163) you’ve heard the words “Honest,
my lord?” so why is it that hard for you to go through with it.
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