Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.

―He will have it that Hamlet is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh creep.

List! List! O list!

List! List! O list!

My flesh hears him: creeping, hears.

If thou didst ever⁠ ⁠…

If thou didst ever⁠ ⁠…