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With everything that's going on, I seem to be averaging one post a month.
Since that's the case, I might as well leave November in the very capable hands of Bill Watterson.
Watterson offers up a serving of Hamlet's soliloquy—in one of the most daring adaptations yet seen.
In his version, Hamlet's too, too solid / sullied / sallied flesh seems to have melted away entirely, leaving a bemoaning residue on the plate.
Let's tune in to see what happens (click on the image below to enlarge it).