Any space can be considered Shakespearian, any entourage is suitable for expressing Hamlet questions. Even, perhaps, more than that: the most unusual, masquerade-laboratory situation best conveys the infinitely disruptive, essentially insoluble, and therefore unhealingly painful nature of these questions, is better, because the newer, the brighter, the absurd, the grotesque, and morally repugnant the background of the situation in which the main character is located.

He does not choose. He only rushes from one perspective to another, to make his choice in agony, in a fever of anger, in half-madness. So the main act becomes just a continuation of an elegant gesture, so painful attempts at cold-blooded calculation are resolved only by an impulse, so in the meat grinder of days and feelings, the former integrity is destroyed and crumpled.