These contrasts are Hamlet’s desires, the things that he desperately needs and what keeps him living. Ophelia is the coal to his train (of thought), something which Ophelia does not always feel the same about him. “Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap? Ophelia: Ay, my lord. Hamlet: Do you think I meant country matters?” (60) As the story progresses Ophelia realizes that the man she loved has gone through a transformation. He is no the longer the same person. In frustration and despair, she effectively puts her foot down, a brake, by what most readers believe to be suicide. As she, the tracks, tear themselves apart, the train that is Hamlets goes careening off down the middle to destruction, a ten pounder flying down the bowling lane determined to knock down all pins: his adversaries and friends. Ophelia was the crucial point that held together all that was Hamlet; with her death, so was sealed the fate of every other
These contrasts are Hamlet’s desires, the things that he desperately needs and what keeps him living. Ophelia is the coal to his train (of thought), something which Ophelia does not always feel the same about him. “Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap? Ophelia: Ay, my lord. Hamlet: Do you think I meant country matters?” (60) As the story progresses Ophelia realizes that the man she loved has gone through a transformation. He is no the longer the same person. In frustration and despair, she effectively puts her foot down, a brake, by what most readers believe to be suicide. As she, the tracks, tear themselves apart, the train that is Hamlets goes careening off down the middle to destruction, a ten pounder flying down the bowling lane determined to knock down all pins: his adversaries and friends. Ophelia was the crucial point that held together all that was Hamlet; with her death, so was sealed the fate of every other