Her Privates We

The lady and her lover have had a run as our personal picture for while, the den was being rearranged so they came down from the wall to lay gently on the scanner; little did they realise just where they would end up...

On a related matter:

HAMLET
My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
ROSENCRANTZ
As the indifferent children of the earth.
GUILDENSTERN
Happy, in that we are not over-happy; On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
HAMLET
Nor the soles of her shoe?
ROSENCRANTZ
Neither, my lord.
HAMLET
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?
GUILDENSTERN
'Faith, her privates we.
HAMLET
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What's the news?
ROSENCRANTZ
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

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Of course Her Privates We is also the title of the great autobiographical novel of the First World War by Frederick Manning, a book that Hemingway called the finest and noblest book of men in war. Originally censored in the 1920s for its anti-war and sexual content, Manning published an expurgated version titled The Middle Parts of Fortune, but we and the Bard know what he meant...