NOTHING is more difficult than a definition--a crystallization of
thought so perfect that it emits light. Shakespeare says of suicide:
"It is great to do that thing
That ends all other deeds,
Which shackles accident, and bolts up change."
He defines drama to be:
"Turning the accomplishments of many years
Into an hour glass."
Of death:
"This sensible warm motion to become a kneaded clod,
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot."
Of memory:
"The warder of the brain."
Of the body:
"This muddy vesture of decay."