Camaleónica. No siempre.

"Some like it hot (Con faldas y a lo loco)", Tony Curtis y Jack Lemmon - Billy Wilder, 1959

Act 2 Scene 3
Open contryside near Gloucester's castle.

Enter EDGAR

EDGAR:
I heard myself proclaimed,
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place
That guard and most unusual vigilance
Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may 'scape
I will preserve myself, and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast. My face I'll grime with filt
Blanket my loins, elf all my hairs in knots,
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
Strike in their numbed and mortifièd arms,
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills,
Sometimes with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
Enforce their charity. "Poor Turlygod! Poor Tom!"
That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am.
"King Lear" - William Shakespeare, 1603-1606

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"The dark side of the moon" - Pink Floyd (The dark side of the moon, 1973)