The image I have of this moment is Hamlet in pitch black, feeling his way through the ship, stumbling into chairs and tables, pulling back blankets on sailors and other passengers before finally feeling some distinctive feature of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Or maybe they’re the only two sharing a bunk or something – so he could know immediately upon seeing their two bodies huddled together with fear and complicity.
I have, in the past, felt kind of bad for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern but in the current political climate, I see complicity rather differently than I once did. I don’t feel so bad for these guys anymore.
