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Notes on HeavyLinking


as an essay

Re-think how we read and how the words work in a hypertext: That is, use link text to create a pattern, a poem, a sense of what's significant. And the branching nature of hypertext to control the sequence of the patterning, create alternative paths, options. Think of this as an annotated tour or essay (old sense of essay: to walk around)

Look at the link text in http://www.mshogue.com/ce9/hypertext/htx_essay.htm

From this list of link text you can infer the context, the situation: a nature walk.

Now focus on a single possible path of that walk, getting in closer -
All trees, but the movement starts in a north woods forest and moves to India.

Here's an alternative path, defined by a second walker who is not that interested in trees. until she comes to an eagle's nest.
She looks into the nest -
Now we're in in Alaska

And so

The challenge is finding the appropriate material to link to - or, when you can't or would rather not - writing it yourself. You can use our wiki for these paths, sending the reader back to the mainstream.

This way of reading works even better if the terms are more specific, more loaded.

The annotated source

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

GUILDENSTERN
What should we say, my lord?

HAMLET
Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
I know the good king and queen have sent for you.

ROSENCRANTZ
To what end, my lord?

HAMLET
That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
whether you were sent for, or no?

ROSENCRANTZ
[Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you?

HAMLET
[Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you
love me, hold not off.

GUILDENSTERN
My lord, we were sent for.

HAMLET

I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
and queen moult no feather.

I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me
: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.

ROSENCRANTZ
My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

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