It's that time of year again.
HAMLET
Get thee to a nunn'ry: why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could
accuse me of such things that it were better my mother
had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful,
ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have
thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape,
or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.# posted by
Gerry Canavan @ 12:07 AM
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