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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: madness is a mere mask for the hiding of weakness. In the making
of fancies and jests he sees a chance of delay. He keeps playing
with action as an artist plays with a theory. He makes himself the
spy of his proper actions, and listening to his own words knows
them to be but 'words, words, words.' Instead of trying to be the
hero of his own history, he seeks to be the spectator of his own
tragedy. He disbelieves in everything, including himself, and yet
his doubt helps him not, as it comes not from scepticism but from a
divided will.
Of all this Guildenstern and Rosencrantz realise nothing. They bow
and smirk and smile, and what the one says the other echoes with
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