Not where he eats, but where ’a is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots; your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table—that’s the end.
i will simply never be over this passage, okay...mr diet of worms
claudius is dead, also to ash we will return, lksjakgow also Diet of Worms.
in some ways i think this IS about martin luther; about claudius taking hamlet's place and also hamlet's place, about the recognition of the will of the people; here i stand, i can do no other. to one table. brrr.
