To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream.
Hamlet (1602) William Shakespeare,
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Photo: the attic bedroom of a dolls house made by a ten-years-old girl and his dad, circa 1914. From my own collection.
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