即使当时福丁布拉斯和霍拉旭的对话我读得十分潦草即使那节课我也一如既往在走神(而今追悔莫及)我也知道这个电影把挪威那条线给删了而且王后明明是误饮怎么成了看穿计谋甚至显示母爱到位的演技然而并不忠实的改编and perhaps it is not a tragedy of a man “who could not make up his mind”
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate you so much,it makes me sick,it even makes me rhyme. I hate it... I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you make me laugh,even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call. I hate it when you lie. But mostly,I hate the way I don't hate you,not even close,not even a little bit,not even at all. 想念Heath...