Hamlet (1964) (№ 433820)

Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. He was a man of endless wit, inexhaustible for inventions. He pulled me on his back a thousand times. And now this very disgust and nausea rises to the throat. The lips that I kissed should have moved here, I don't know how many times. Where are your puns, your funny antics, your verses now? Where is the contagious fun that gripped everyone at the table?