Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or by raising an arm against a sea of troubles,
And opposing, end them?
To die, to sleep,
And by sleep to say we end the heartache,
And the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.'
Free from the bonds of choice, I bask in my indecision. Free from the sensitivities of your concern, I retain my character. But well you, as opposed to her, may leave the corners of my mind, unless you substantiate yourself. A wednesday passes.