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your incessant monologizing fills the castle with ennui
In an altogether expected turn of events my reading of Harold Bloom on Hamlet has turned into, whoops, now Sab's writing Slings & Arrows fic.
Actually, I think we can all breathe a collective sigh of relief that it'll be Geoffrey Tennant's Hamlet I'm obsessing about for the foreseeable, and not that other Tennant.
*whew*
(Oh and I found two S&A ficlets I didn't even remember writing, when I was searching my gmail for "Tennant" and "Hamlet." I posted them to the Sabrary for posterity.)
ETA: Was just stricken with the terrifying thought of David Tennant having a nervous breakdown after three and a half performances. My heart stopped in my chest for a second.
ETA, again: No, seriously, though. Think about it. /palpitates
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Actually, I think we can all breathe a collective sigh of relief that it'll be Geoffrey Tennant's Hamlet I'm obsessing about for the foreseeable, and not that other Tennant.
*whew*
(Oh and I found two S&A ficlets I didn't even remember writing, when I was searching my gmail for "Tennant" and "Hamlet." I posted them to the Sabrary for posterity.)
ETA: Was just stricken with the terrifying thought of David Tennant having a nervous breakdown after three and a half performances. My heart stopped in my chest for a second.
ETA, again: No, seriously, though. Think about it. /palpitates
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And wheee! S&A Sabfic!
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