Hamlet, Prince of Denmark... That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
I wish I could recall half the Shakespeare I've read.
All the books I had from him were from/for school.
However, if you would like to discuss the answer to life, the universe, and everything... I'd be happy to quote "42" until you throttle me :)