Quoting Shakespeare makes more sense on some nights than others.
"To be? Or not to be? That is the question
Whether its nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune… or to take arms against a sea of troubles… and by opposing, end them?
To die;
To sleep;
No more!
And by a sleep to say, we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to - it’s 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."
Quoting Shakespeare makes more sense on some nights than others. Like it does right now.
Monday, 28 March 2011
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