Hamlet Schools America on How to Act.
Ghost of Hamlet here.
I have a plan.
Just arrived from Wittenberg. Back in jolly old Elsinore. I’ve arrived to separate fiction from fact, surprise from ‘same old,’ novel from fantasy. Guess that makes me your all around reality show slash government reformer. Right?
Well, Wittenberg didn’t prepare me for this. You sent for me.
Well, actually Horatio sent for me, but that’s another story.
(Aside) This is a regular shit show. Who casts these people? Are we supposed to be enthralled? Well, I am not. I have a conscience to contend with. And a persistent ghost companion who seeks justice.
Don’t be surprised. Shock and awe are old news. Be alert. There’s a lot of creepiness going around. Something’s rotten.
Here’s the thing. We’ve read the drill. We know the script. Doesn’t mean we accept the conclusion — okay? — we ‘knew the ending’ b.s., the summary, the take away, the order… hold on, I almost forgot — the injustice.
(Aside) There that’s better. Suffer me. These writers keep handing me rescripts — what’s a ghost acting a ghost acting a Prince to do?
People say I hear voices. Don’t believe them. There’s a lot going on, as I said. Wittenberg didn’t prepare me for this.
