Changes Are Brewing...

Hello, faithful followers and denizens of Denmark. Today, you might notice a few small changes in my blog. First and foremost, the most obvious change may be the color. Now, I know you all may question, "But Claudius, the brighter colors match your royal position so well!" As that may be, I have decided to darken them in respect to Hamlet's dour disposition, as it has been of late, as well as to show my... Care for him, among other things. If you have yet to hear of it, though I question how you would have not, Hamlet is indeed depressed over his father's - the former king - untimely death. For example, he still mopes over it in grief, saying, "Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun (1.2.67)". I seem to round back to this subject on every post of mine, but truly he needs to get over the death. His searching for an answer while grieving is unbefitting of him, and dangerous to others! Perhaps darkening my colors will help the boy be less in the sun... But I digress, I truly feel for his loss, as I have said before, as well as wish I could find some way to raise him back up. Up and into happiness, as well as out of his madness, though I suspect there may be method behind it.

Another thing you may notice is a change in some of the fonts. After some reflection, I have decided that a font throughout the entire site would be best. After all, something unified is orderly, and orderliness is next to God, is it not? And oh, the symbolization it can be! Unification also creates strength, just as how Denmark is unified still, even after the old king's death. Fortinbras believes that, "by our late dear brother's death/Our state to be disjoint and out of frame (1.2.19-20)". Preposterous! Denmark has never been more unified than it is now, and it is far and wide nowhere near disjoint! Any who believe it must be frothing mad, to be sure. Though I will say, any who feel the urge to tell me so, I will offer time out of my busy schedule to help calm your fears. The only thing to fear is fear itself, after all. Surely he won't march on Denmark. Only one who is foolish would try to attack such a wonderful, pure country! Of course, some would argue against it, though those individuals are most likely sick in the head, or spoken to by apparitions. Returning to the topic of holiness, the font is also my attempt to take on a more pure, clean appearance - not that I am not already either, of course. As it were, being with Him has saved my life already... From Hamlet, no less! Plots of regicide, the audacity! As I was praying to God for forgiveness, I could hear him on the other side, softly muttering, "and am I then revenged,/To take him in the purging of his soul,/When he is fit and season'd for his passage? (3.3.84-86)". Apparently, from his thinking, killing me as I pray would cause me to ascend to Heaven, rather than go to Hell where he mistakenly believes I belong, though it may be at least partially true. He sounded as if he plans to do it at another time now, though! Horrid! 

Continuing onward, I have grim feelings that the boy will soon do something most unpleasant, though to who I do not know. Himself, myself, poor dear Gertrude, Ophelia. Mayhaps even his friends, though I doubt that highly. He's motivated and depressed, maniacal yet possibly sane... I know not what he plans or even what he thinks anymore. It has become hard for me to keep track, or even to hide anything now. It is blatantly obvious that he dislikes me, and I hold no true love back - except, of course, for the sake of my dear wife. She loves the boy, yet I dearly hope she doesn't find out the truth... It would likely be the end of her heart, and the last bit of my wit. Hamlet is already draining near all of it in his antics and 'madness'. Ah, I do believe I hear a small commotion coming from my bedchambers. Most strange. I shall be back soon, dear followers! And again, long live Denmark! We shall prevail!

Sincerely,

Your King, Claudius