Hamletism

Herein lies an unsummed world of grief. For in this plaintive fable we find embodied the Hamletism of the antique world; the Hamletism of three thousand years ago: “The flower of virtue cropped by a too rare mischance.”

At last, out of sheer Hamletism, he kills himself, leaving Marianne to Solomine, whom he feels that (despite her promise to him) she has began^([sic]) to look on with an admiration very much akin to love.