This time of year make me think of Hamlet's brooding words:
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world."
Nowadays the contagion people fear is called The Swine Flu--not very Shakespearean or poetic.
But those Shakespearean lines, spoken out of Hamlet's murderous desperation, create a wonderfully Halloween-y mood, don't they?
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