The scrimers of their nations He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you opposed them.

So the story here is that Laertes is so good at fencing that anyone who steps into the “ring” with him becomes a clumsy fool.

This makes me think of an incredibly cool French woman I know. And I actually know quite a few incredibly cool French women – but this one, for some reason, always triggers incredibly clutzy behavior in me. I spill drinks, drop food, lose the ability to bring my fork to my mouth. She is somehow grace personified and I become ineptitude. But it is curious that I feel not the slightest bit of judgment from her when this happens. She’ll just hand me a napkin and continue asking me respectful interesting questions.


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