A dutiful son has to remember not to slouch or swear or, in Hamlet's case, murder the old bat.

The figures of rhetoric are the beauties of all poems we have ever read. Without them we would merely be us: eating, sleeping, manufacturing, and dying. With them everything can be glorious. For though we have nothing to say, we can at least say it well.

Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.