What are you reading? Polonius asked.Words, words, words, said Hamlet.And what's the subject?Lesser than the king, but still not nothing.It took Polonius a moment to realize he had answered another meaning of 'subject.' I mean what do you read about?All in a line, back and forth. said Hamlet. I go from left to right with my mind full, and then must drop it there and head back empty-headed to the left side again, and take up another load to carry forward. It's a most tedious job, and when I'm done, there are all the letters where I found them, unchanged despite my having carried them all into my head.
by Orson Scott Card
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In this exchange between Polonius and Hamlet, the nature of reading is explored. Hamlet's remark "Words, words, words" humorously indicates the endless cycle of reading without true comprehension or impact. Polonius’s inquiry about the subject of Hamlet's reading reveals a deeper conversation about the value of knowledge and the act of reading itself. Hamlet hints at the futility of this endeavor, suggesting that he simply moves through the lines without retaining what he has learned.

The process of reading is depicted as a laborious task, where Hamlet feels burdened by the words he encounters yet finds that they remain unchanged after he engages with them. The metaphor of carrying loads suggests that while reading brings information into his mind, the letters and their meanings remain static, illustrating a disconnect between comprehension and the physical act of reading. Overall, this dialogue reflects on the challenges of engaging with literature meaningfully.

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