'What draws me to Hamlet is his inability to forge a link between the acts he must undertake and his own thoughts. In a private moment he says to Horatio, "Give me that man/That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him/In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart". And yet, isn't it the absence of blind passion that prevents him doing what he has to do? Some might say that this isn't the most important paradox of Hamlet's nature; but for me it is the only one, because it's the one I share.

In any case, Elsinore is not a "real" Hamlet, but a still tentative exploration of the intricacies of his thought and times and in some sense of my own.'