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...much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit...would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman! A little...

...Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month— Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!— Hamlet, 1.2.139-46 My first two epigraphs invoke a guilty curiosity that emerges at the intersection...

...principal stress (there are, of course, others) is on solid flesh, 'Hyperion to a satyr' (goatish lust) — so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly . . . ( 140-2) becomes the very different Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had...

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...wind seemed to blow on her with a touch of deference' (484), evoking Hamlet's soliloquy on his father: 'so loving to my mother / That he might not beteem...the winds of heaven / Visit her face too roughly.' As the youthful shouts of the Oxford students echo in Jude's death chamber, his books 'roughened with...

...months dead, nay! not so much not two ...,5 So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr;6 so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.7 Heaven and earth! Must l remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...