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    "It kills me!" I cry, knowing I was in Death's eye, preparing me for such a fate. "Great men were once buried here, their bodies once placed with exceptional reverence and honor," I murmur sullenly. "See here the skull on which you place yourself upon," he directs my eyes down to where I kneel and find a solitary,begrimed skull.

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    "It kills me!" I cry, knowing I was in Death's eye, preparing me for such a fate. "Great men were once buried here, their bodies once placed with exceptional reverence and honor," I murmur sullenly. "See here the skull on which you place yourself upon," he directs my eyes down to where I kneel and find a solitary,begrimed skull.

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    Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1 Lines 67-223

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    "It kills me!" I cry, knowing I was in Death's eye, preparing me for such a fate. "Great men were once buried here, their bodies once placed with exceptional reverence and honor," I murmur sullenly. "See here the skull on which you place yourself upon," he directs my eyes down to where I kneel and find a solitary,begrimed skull.

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    EmelyAmaya

    Period:1
    11/4/15

    DesolateSoil

    Underthegray,sombersky,everdrizzlinginmyriadtearsovertheland,Weobservethe
    gravediggerssteadyandcumbersomeheavesthroughtheearth,hisexpressionofnonchalance
    andhismerrysingingavilecontempttowhatthismournfulexpanseofthelostholds.

    Greatmenwereonceburiedhere,theirbodiesonceplacedwithexceptionalreverence
    andhonor,Imurmursullenly,whilemynumbeyescontinuedtowitnesstheunearthing,And
    nowlookwhattheyhavebeenreducedto,scrapsofinconsequentiallife,meddledbyameasly
    wretchwithnothought.

    Horatiocontinuestostandunmovingbehindme,hisaustereandreticentdemeanor
    disguisinganinsistencetodepartandareadinesstochoosehiswordsastonotprovokemy
    speculation.Itisthewayoflife,Isuppose,Hesays,noemotionescapinghiswords.

    ThewayofLife,Irepeatarduously.Iachefromtheinevitabletruth,myhopes
    shrivelinganddyinglikethosemenwhoseskullswerethenbeingdismissedfromtheearthlike
    revoltingviscera.Icringedatthethought.Didntthesepeopleaccomplishandthrivefortheir
    treasuresandlegacieswiththeirlivesbuttothenhavethemdashedandforgotten,totreatthem
    asmeaninglessbaubles?!,Idemandincredulously.Morearebeingdisturbedwhereweare


    EmelyAmaya
    Period:1
    11/4/15

    nowandwhoknowswhotheywere?!Theirlivesmeaningnothingwhentheyleavethisworld,
    nevertoberecognizedagain,abandonedineternaloblivion.Itkillsme!,Icry,breakingunder
    myshareoflosthope,knowingIwasinDeathseye,preparingformesuchafate.

    Thegravediggerseemedtoabandonhistasktowatchme.Withcursedshovelinhand,he
    approachesus,atrivialgrinmarringhisinsolentface,certainlyfindinggreatamusementinmy
    despair.Seeheretheskullonwhichyouplaceyourselfupon,hedirectsmyeyesdownto
    whereIkneelandfindasolitary,begrimedskull,thefaceofDeathlookingatme,entrappingme
    inhissinister,emptygaze.Withcurtreserve,Iriseandbid,Whowasit?.

    Inhisoffensiveblithe,heresponds,Itwasonceajaunty,puckofamanbythenameof
    Yorick,whosuitedhimselftothewishesofthelateKingHamletashisjester,Hechuckles
    flippantly.

    OhYorick,Ipickhimupwithremorsefulhands.Therewasamanwhobrought
    merryuntoall,aloyalcompanion.Nowwhereareyourtalentsandsuits?Havetheybeenlost
    foreverwithyou?Fornomantoeverpartakeinthemagain?.Iplacehisremainsdowntothe
    forsakenearthagain.Mysoulisailingandabused.IapproachHoratiowithintoxicatinganxiety.
    AndwhatofAlexander?Doeshelooksuchasthis?Reekingofdefilement,purposefulonly
    nowforrectifyinginconsequentialthingsofman?!AndtheGreatCaesar,buriedbuttothenbe
    returnedtodust,utilizedfornothingofjustimport.


    EmelyAmaya
    Period:1
    11/4/15

    Maybeso,mylord,Horatioreplies,hisexpressionmelancholyinthewitnessofmytorment.

    Wherewillwefindthesemeninthisworld?,Iwhispertomyselfineuphoria,And
    willwesoonjointhemadriftineternalmisery?

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