Autumnal - Nothing To Do With Leaves. It Is To Do With A Certain Brownness At The Edges Of The Day Brown

“Autumnal - nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day… Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it… Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses… deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth - reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.”

― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“Have at you now!”

Birthday request from a friend (she played Laertes in our 15 minute Hamlet)

GUIL: How long have you suffered from a bad memory?

ROS: I can’t remember.

— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

the comedic potential of an "are you rosencrantz or guildenstern" quiz.... unbelievable..... someone else is gonna have to make it though cause i cant read

Hamlet in 2d coward

pre-play hamlet = hopeless romantic 

“Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet I can’t remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling… with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction and time is its only measure.”

Tom Stoppard  (via clash-official)