Sobre una clínica del narcisismo absoluto: Narcisismo y deseo materno*

To be, or not to be — that is the question.

… To die, to sleep —

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

The flesh is heir to— 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,

To sleep — perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

Must give us pause.