Withnail.

"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither."

5 comments:

Daniel Woodling said...

Gosh what a great illustration! I love how thin and spindly he is.

Juan Bauty said...

Fantastic!

Oscar Grillo said...

Better than the movie!

Matt J said...

"I DEMAND SOME BOOZE!"

Matthew Cruickshank said...

Thanks Dan and Juan!

You don't like the movie Oscar?!

Matt J- We want the finest cakes.........