Hamlet
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite...
Indeed our times are sorely out of joint....
“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
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