And, yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Que dire, j'ai eu des frissons en regardant/écoutant David Tennant dire ça hier sur MA télévision.