Claudius holds that weight, small and slight and he is. It’s as simple as yielding instead of resisting, sinking into the couch and letting it support them both. Another way he’s rather like his favorite plants. “Gertrude won all those arguments we had, know thou. Not at once, but she right and I was foolish, and age and wisdom show us what fools we once were. I shook off her sympathy, believing it would unman me to accept it, believing it would be better to bear it alone than bring her any sadness. But there is nothing more natural to mankind than sympathy.”