It does feel like a good time to let go of manners or propriety. Like – if you think that the official letter your friends are carrying is your death sentence – I think you are well within your rights to check that out. Even if you’re wrong. And Hamlet is not wrong. His fears are entirely justified and correct. I don’t think, upon hearing this story, that anyone would say, “Hey – but wasn’t it kind of rude to open a piece of mail?”
Like – no one is concerned about mail fraud when murder is on the table. No one.
