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Hamlet's Journal
1350-06-08 10:57:25 (UTC)

Entry Three

I am guilty of insanity towards the one I love, but in the name of my father, I cannot stop. Ophelia must hate me now, but I still fear I have not displayed a madness that is satisfying my promise. I trust that Ophelia has spoken to her father of me by the time this entry is finished, especially since her much loved brother Laertes is not present. I may have to hide my undying love for the beautiful girl, but that doesn't cause her to become as unpredictable as the wild animals that roam the once great Denmark.

If my assumptions are correct, then I would not be surprised if the King has learnt of this from Polonius by night fall. That man is like a parrot; you can tell him anything and be certain that your words will be repeated within the hour. It is quite disgusting to watch the man lay himself down in front of every powerful leader in this castle, just as he has done before myself many a time.

I have begun to question my actions, as any man would, despite the trust I am prepared to give my father. Alerting the King of my spiral into the depths of madness is not an action to be ignored, and I fear that I will have two angry King's, alive and ghost alike, after me if I do not play this right.

If I am to avoid this wrath, I must trust in my father completely, without any doubts. If he says this is the right path, then it must be so, for he knows more than I. Still, I wish I did not have to drag Ophelia down into this nightmare. She may be intelligent, but she is too young and innocent to survive this turmoil for long.




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