Posted by Susofrick on 02 May 2024, 09:56
Huge thanks for the comments. I call all my skeletons (just have two in the closet, yet) Yorick after Shakespeare's Hamlet.
"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 rises 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? (Hamlet, V.i)"
Hmm, maybe the dead man did find water. Probably shouldn't drink it.