Explanation of Hamlet's Mystery (by: Ernest Jones)

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pg. 101: Explanation of Hamlet's Mystery by Ernest Jones

Much as he hates him, he can never denounce him with the
ardent indignation that boils straight from his blood when he reproaches his mother, for the more vigorously he denounces
his uncle the more powerfully does he stimulate to activity his own unconscious and "repressed" complexes. He is there-
fore in a dilemma between on the one hand allowing his
natural detestation of his uncle to have free play, a consum- mation which would make him aware of his own horrible
wishes, and on the other ignoring the imperative call for ven- geance that his obvious duty demands. He must either realise his own evil in denouncing his uncle's, or strive to ignore, to condone and if possible even to forget the latter in continuing to "repress" the former; his moral fate is bound up with his uncle's for good or ill. The call of duty to slay his uncle cannot be obeyed because it links itself with the call of his nature to slay his mother's husband, whether this is the first or the second; the latter call is strongly "repressed," and

therefore necessarily the former also. It is no mere chance that he says of himself that he is prompted to the revenge "by heaven and hell," though the true significance of the expres- sion of course quite escapes him.

Hamlet's dammed-up feeling finds a partial vent in other directions, the natural one being blocked. The petulant
irascibility and explosive outbursts called forth by the vexa- tion of Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, and especially of Polo- nius, are evidently to be interpreted in this way, as also is in part the burning nature of his reproaches to his mother. In- deed towards the end of the interview with his mother the

thought of her misconduct expresses itself in that almost
physical disgust which is so often the manifestation of in-
tensely "repressed" sexual feeling.

"Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his...
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