Following up from the Gown of Humility stat points, I was playing Morrowind last night and using my slightly disturbing new dagger that administers frost damage for quite a long time. Ten seconds, maybe. Long enough to kill some animals by draining their health bit by bit from one dagger strike.

The result of this being that I can stab a wolf once and then withstand its attack with the sense of pathos that comes with my knowing it's already dead. Bite, bite, snarl, bite, whimper, die.

Which in an odd way is rather like Hamlet.
I'm Laertes, my friends.