Tuesday, April 24, 2012

the fault in our stars

Okay, I decided to play the game. I mean, I could try to ignore it, try to block out everything, but I don't think that would do any good. So here goes.

"A Jail Cures Us 1-2-140" was "Julius Caesar Act I, scene ii, line 140." Which was "The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars." Which led me to the book I had just finished, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

I had just returned it to the library, so I had to wait until one of the nurses opened the library again and then I found it:

I don't know how they did it (though I guess I shouldn't be surprised by now), but there was a bookmark slipped into the book:

"A Clearheaded Figment, Perform Thy Knot"? Well, that won't be easy.

Any clue on what the password would be? Just looks like pictograms to me.

Sigh. I need to get to my session with the Doc now. And I'm tired, too. Hope I don't fall asleep like last time.


  1. Wait . . . the password is swordfish?

    I should have tried that. The password is always swordfish.

  2. Hey Grace. "A Clearheaded Figment, Perform Thy Knot" is another anagram. It's "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark."
    So Act 5, Scene 1, Line 185 of Hamlet is
    "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of"

    the continuation
    "infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me
    on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred
    in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung
    those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where
    be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your
    flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on
    a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite
    chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell
    her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come;
    make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing."

    Not sure what to make of that personally, but we're working on it. Perhaps in the meantime it might not be a bad idea to see if there's a copy of Hamlet in the library?

  3. Why are you still going to your sessions with Dr. Beakman? We've established he's HURTING YOU. He is EVIL and working for the PLAGUE DOCTOR.

    I have plenty of links to back this up. Please. Don't go.

    1. Hmm. Let's fix this comment, shall we?

      "I am glad still going to your sessions with Dr. Beakman. We've established he's HELPING YOU. He is GOOD and working for YOUR BETTERMENT."

      There, that's better. And that's all she'll see.

      I hope that answers your question, Amy.

    2. You worthless Oathbreaker. I hope Jester burns the whole fucking sanitorium around your ears, and leaves you to die after ripping out your larynx.

    3. That's quite a temper you have, Amy. Quite a bit of pent up rage. Have you ever thought about going to therapy?

    4. Hahahahahahaha, they can't get an accurate read on me. Not to mention your silly tricks won't work on me, with the subliminal imagery and suggestions. No point. So sorry.

    5. Sure Doc. You couldn't even hold on to an elementary school teacher who barely knew what was going on. You'd never handle someone like Amy. And me? I'm not sure the police in your area would have enough body bags.

    6. And Amy, don't go forgetting the innocent people locked up in that hell hole while you're wishing for it to burn down.

      Even I have enough of a conscience left to care about them. And presumably so do you or you wouldn't be trying to help Grace.

    7. In my headcanon, the patients would be rescued first. :I

      I do care. But the thought of Beakman trying to "help" me is laughable.

  4. Maybe check the library for books by Horatio Alger?