- All's Well That Ends Well
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- The Winter's Tale
Edmund speaks these words to his father while they’re both drunk and listening to Mary walk around in an opiated state upstairs. Telling James about his walk along the beach, Edmund admits that he likes the fog, which lends him a sense of abiding peace in solitude. “That’s what I wanted,” he says, “to be alone with myself in another world […].” Going on, he makes it clear that he actively enjoys losing “the feeling of being on land,” as if he can simply remove himself from the entire context of the Tyrone household and all its tumultuous drama. When…