O, answer me!

When I copied out this speech, I stopped here.
Before I looked at the text again, I wondered
“Is it here? Does he answer?”
When barreling through lines and lines of text,
It’s easy to miss the spaces and the real questions.
If Hamlet waits here for the answer, we all wait. The silence in this scene is rarely played. It is thunder and fog, earthquakes and screeches but the sound of something not replying – of something that lives a question hanging in the air like an icicle –
That is real drama.

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