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Jun. 3rd, 2008 | 01:30 am

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: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

Is there no respite from ambiguity?

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