Regent's Park....
From the closing scene of Withnail and I....
....and from Hamlet Act II, Scene II
   I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of 
  exercises, 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 
  brave o'erhanging 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, in form and moving how 
  express and admirable; in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the 
  beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of 
  dust? Man delights not me, ‹no,› nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to 
  say so. 
  Courtesy of the Folger edition.  
Withnail and I (1987)
Hamlet's first performance (1600 or 1601)
In tribute to Uncle Monty (Richard Griffith) who
died on Thursday (28th March 2013). And to Withnail, Marwood
and to Shakespeare.