Hamlets Thoughts

When reflecting upon my recent encounter with the ghost of my father, whom I believe to be an honest ghost as ghosts of dead fathers can only be my mind is burdened greatly by the knowledge bestowed to me. That Claudius, my own uncle, brother to the deceased king, had a part in this untimely death tears at my heart and at my mind. How foul and corrupt is the throne! There is my mother to consider, too; did she have a hand in this most foul of murders? Did she not love my father with a pure heart that was young and full of adoration? But no! This ghost tells me that affection between the murderer and the queen was planted even before my fathers last breath. Both had the nerve to chastise my prolonged grief and smile at me with lying eyes on the day of their wedding. For I am not a man for grieving, but my uncle is a man among men for his crime. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy contrive against thy mother aught. Revenge shall be taken on my uncle alone, and not my mother of questionable loyalty, it seems. Very well, then I shall expose my uncle and avenge my tormented father/ghost. A reason to stay on this world a bit longer has presented itself; I must cast aside my thoughts of despair and turn fully my attention to justice.