The Morning News: Rosencrantz & Joshua. Words fail me, which is a rare and pleasant gift, thank you. Instead, I will simply take this opportunity to quote the original Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, the excellent play by Tom Stoppard which I keep nestled in my one remaining bookshelf between the Tao Te Ching and Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Guil: Exactly, it’s a matter of asking the right questions and giving away as little as we can. It’s a game.
Ros: And then we can go?
Guil: And receive such thanks as fits a king’s remembrance.
Ros: I like the sound of that. Waht do you think he meant by remembrance?
Guil: He doesn’t forget his friends.
Ros: Would you care to estimate?
Guil: Difficult to say, really — some kings tend to be amnesiac, others I suppose — the opposite, whatever that is…
Ros: Yes — but —
Guil: Elephantine… ?
Ros: Not how long — how much?
Guil: Retentive — he’s a very retentive king, a royal retainer…
Ros: What are you playing at?
Guil: Words, words. They’re all we have to go on.
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