My 13yo was complimented by her AP Literature teacher today for the observation that one could (and she did) posit that Hamlet is really the story of a Schizoid personality disorder's adventures in alternative reality... Spiegel im spiegel.

The teacher was genuinely fascinated by the idea-- and complimented my DD on her animated and passionate development of the idea. Her view is that the entire play is really just Hamlet's fantastic, irrational, inner life, playing out. The play-within-a-play is merely Shakespeare's clue to us.

Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.