Nighttime for Geeklet

Been a while since I posted one of these stories.  The other night I’m putting my son (now 3) to bed. “You want me to sing you a song?”


“Which one?”




“What a piece of work is man, how…”

“No, Daddy, Shakespeare!”

“Why, what was I singing?”


“Oh!  You know, you’re right.  Shall I compare, thee…”

“You tried to sing Hamlet instead of Shakespeare!”

“I did.”

“That’s silly!’

3 thoughts on “Nighttime for Geeklet

  1. Sorry for the long comment, but I'm just curious what punctuation you use for that passage. I don't know where I picked it up, but I've always said it:

    What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express! how admirable in action! how like an angel in apprehension! how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

    Second Quatro maybe? Oh well, regardless, I know it's a lot different from the way we usually hear it, but it's how I learned it and now I'm stuck with it forever. (I actually prefer it aesthetically but I know I'm biased.)

  2. Me? Personally, I sing it how it's found on the HAIR soundtrack. Much like how I sing sonnet 18 the way David Gilmour/Bryan Ferry did it, and sonnet 29 the way Rufus Wainright does it :).

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