one subject: Yorick
Yorick is still, quiet, he doesn’t say a word.
In the first portrait is my Granddaughter as Hamlet
in the second is David Tennant.
Of the three two have the power of speech
but in my opinion Yorick speaks volumes and he doesn’t have a tongue.
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?”