Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

Sometimes I think of the queen as Arkadina in The Seagull, a woman who may love her son but is also struggling with her sexuality. She is pulled toward men who can engage it, who make her feel like a woman, not just someone’s mother.
I imagine that the Queen might just wish for her son to give it a rest already and let her enjoy her newfound vitality with her new husband.
But of course, her son couldn’t possibly and so she must continue to woo him back to her, to sit by her side sometimes.

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