This passage feels like the language version of sinking teeth into a piece of meat and letting the juice run down the chin. It is somehow crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. If you really think about what you’re eating, it can be disturbing but the pure carnivorous pleasure is ancient.
Shakespeare roasted us up this passage, the way Pyrrhus is roasted in blood (adding so many layers that he’s gone up a couple of sizes) and it is all so juicy.
The Hamlet Project 