HAMLET: How wretched we become, Horatio. Isn’t it possible to imagine that the noble ashes of Alexander the Great are right now plugging a hole in a barrel?
HORATIO: If you thought that, you’d be thinking too much.
HAMLET: No, not at all. Just follow the logic.
Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander turned to dust, the dust is dirt, and dirt makes mud, which we use to stop holes.
So why couldn’t a beer barrel be plugged with the dirt that used to be Alexander? The great emperor Caesar, dead and turned to clay, might plug up a hole to keep the wind away. Oh, to think that the same body that once ruled the world could now patch up a wall!
But quiet, be quiet a minute.