A play of old time in which its reflective monologues still resonate with the mind of the readers even for more than 400 centuries away.
Dear me, not an accomplished writer nor a discerning student of literature such as myself is unworthy of criticizing this royal piece of art!
This thin book has got in itself the very quintessence that most thick books and other duology, trilogy or tetralogy tried but still failed to bring about perfectly. I’ve heard praises of Shakespeare and his Hamlet for too long, but I had only got a chance to read the shorten prose version of it in my language. This was my first private meeting with this legendary writer, and Good Heavens; have I just, for the first time in my life, found out what a passional beauty is like when it’s reflected in mere letters.
Hamlet was penned with such richness in philosophical depth and was languaged exquisitely. If Dickens is my Hermes for his rhetoric and intellectual proses, then for the emotional eloquence of his composition, Shakespeare thus becomes Apollo to me.
