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The Gravedigger of Elsinore was ever a down to earth sort
of chap. He has heard the chimes at Midnight and he knows,
like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our
minutes hasten to their end.
Not a bundle of laughs, granted – still, from dying
he has his living – ‘People will always die’
his granny told him, and many a good hanging prevents a bad
marriage.
Follow his journey through a world grown out of Shakespeare’s
words. In the company of fools he rushes where angels fear
to tread, seeking the answers to life’s ultimate questions
– what is the meaning of life? what is the nature of
death? is death the final curtain or are we just re-cast?
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How far will he get
and what price will he pay for love?
Ophelia should not have dies he swears, and a few dodgy pre-Raphaelite
paintings are hardly compensation. He’s hit rock bottom,
and kept on digging, for now he has a bone to pick with death. |
