Desperate Fans

Laertes, meanwhile, catches the glance at the brandy. All at once, the posturing snaps into place for him--he realizes that there is a man whom Sagramore was with Dinadan, a man who boasted and caroused and spoke lightly of heavy things, and that Sagramore is even now trying to conjure his ghost. "I'll make coffee," he says, and takes down the cezve.