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Yorick’s Soliloquy You could have mentioned me a thousand times, your big schnozz always in somebody else’s business, but it wasn’t until the catacomb crew dug me up that you remembered your old friend who died either of pneumonia or syphilis. My skull’s thin as a leaf, grim as the jokes that made you laugh like a horse.Though I was your father’s fool, you were my pet, my little jay kept in a cage only earth can break open. Flesh is halting frail, meine kleine friend, and your father wasn’t such a paragon. Ophelia makes a pretty corpse, though blood did give her ladyship quelque choses. I learned my French from jolie Mlle. Mercier, she of the long, red hair, your governess.You didn’t know that unless you were skulking somewhere. So I didn’t show up untilActV. Well, I still made a splash. I don’t miss life much—just sex and Bordeaux. 51 ...

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