The Ophelia/Playing With


 * Basic Trope: An insane, but beautiful, young woman.
 * Straight: Alice is psychotic but undiagnosed, has long Messy Hair, Does Not Like Shoes, and is quite pretty.
 * Exaggerated: Inexplicably, Alice begins going by Ophelia and quoting Hamlet constantly, and strews flowers on people at will.
 * Justified: Alice enjoys playing up her condition for all the classical references it's worth.
 * Inverted: A crazy, pretty young man.
 * Alice is Ugly Cute or Hollywood Homely, but is also the Only Sane Woman.
 * Subverted: Alice is diagnosed with some mental disorder, and responds by taking her meds and listening to her therapist.
 * Doubly Subverted:...but she was misdiagnosed, and neither of those things help. Eventually, she takes on Ophelia-esque traits.
 * Parodied: Alice's condition is Played for Laughs, as she exhibits every madness Trope in the book.
 * Deconstructed: Alice falls more and more into madness, and it is thoroughly unromantic. No one helps her, and she is eventually Driven to Suicide, or at least an attempt.
 * Reconstructed: Before Alice got help, she was a mess. It's only gotten a little better since then, and she still has to contend with her demons, but she's trying.
 * Zig Zagged: Alice goes from periods of almost normalcy to The Ophelia to Cloudcuckoolander, and no one knows what side will surface.
 * Averted: Alice has had this condition from the beginning. She takes her meds and is mostly typical.
 * Enforced: "Of course we'll have a mad scene!"
 * Lampshaded: "This is the scene where I babble something about rue and drown myself, isn't it?"
 * Invoked: "I know! I'll channel Ophelia till he leaves me alone."
 * Defied: "I know you expect me to be all 'look, I don't like shoes or combs!' but I don't actually do that. At all."
 * Discussed: "Oh, that chick's named Ophelia. Wait for it...Yup, there goes her sanity."
 * Conversed: "Why do girls who go mad always seem to have turned into Ophelia?"

Oh, you want to go back to The Ophelia...Don't leave yet! The frogs must chirp first, while I fetch your and my rue...