You know, Alan Rickman could read aloud from the label on a paint can, and at the sound of his voice I'd start peeling my clothes off. This having been established, it is only by a miracle of self-restraint that I sit here fully clothed. Maybe you would have read it differently, or inflected it in another manner, or chosen an alternate selection -- well, I don't give a shit. Alan Rickman is reading Shakespeare to me, and I am happy.
[:: swoons and dies and is dead ::]
[:: swoons and dies and is dead ::]
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