Tuesday, February 19, 2013

blog #2

Bond. Ophelia Bond. or better yet, Sherlock Holmes. 
I mean, I have to spy for my father now. How crazy is that.  I don’t think of myself as deceitful, and now I have to be! What? Do I have to seduce him into telling me things? My dad thought up this greaaat plan. He told the king: "At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him. / Be you and I behind an arras then, / Mark the encounter. If he love her not / And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, / Let me be no assistant for a state / But keep a farm and carters." (2.2.154-159). All so that my dad can eavesdrop on him. It’s a little crazy don’t ya think? 


Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson use their cunning and wit to investigate the plans of his arch nemesis, Professor Moriarty. So essentially they must spy on him to uncover his plans. An I mean, I guess that’s what I kinda have to do… I’m sure I could trick hamlet. I mean, after all, he cant keep his hands of me, so this should be easy.

Though Hamlet did seem quite mad the other day… Im still trying to figure out what was going on. "Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced; / No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled, / Ungartered, and down-gyvèd to his ankle; / Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; / And with a look so piteous in purport / As if he had been loosèd out of hell" (2.1.78-83).Why was he acting this way? Was he sleepwalking? Im still kinda freaked out… I mean he didn’t even say a word to me and then he just left. “That done, he lets me go,/and with his head over his shoulder he turned/he seemed to find his way without his eyes/ for o’ doors he went without their helps/ and to the last bended their light on me.”(2.1. 96-100) I then ran to my father to tell him, and he insisted on telling the king, so that we did. Odd too, Hamlet wrote me a poem professing his love for me after this. oh well. I guess I should brush up on my spying skills 


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