Hamlet (1948) (№ 432278)

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. The man is infinitely witty, the most wonderful inventor. He carried me on his back a thousand times. And now how disgusting for me to imagine. My throat rises at the thought ... There were those lips that I kissed myself, I don't know how many times. Where are your jokes, your tomfoolery, your songs now? Your outbursts of fun, from which the whole table laughed every time?