“When a person is pleasantly tickled by the consciousness of similarity or only by the idle dream of resemblance to some darling of happiness, whose whole life is a series of successes, then there is nothing surprising. Everyone wants happiness, and successes and victories, flower garlands and laurel wreaths - all these are external expressions, attributes of happiness, behind which there is, perhaps, not a drop of true happiness, but which, by their clarity, have been the subject of dreams of the vast majority of people since ancient times. Hamlet cannot serve as the object of such elementary and crude dreams..."