This is a messenger conversation I just had with my daughter Rhiannon Sharkey, who has just decided to be a vegetarian. The reply was priceless. ME; Ill pick you up on Wednesday, and we can go and get the food shopping in. Lamb roast or nut roast? Thats the question. *Rubs Chin* RHIANNON; Hmmmmm *holds up skull ready to perform Whether tis 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. Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, theres the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. Theres the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely The pangs of despised love, the laws delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied oer with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. RHIANNON; In other words, yes lamb roast ME; Brilliant, eloquently and profoundly put. Made me laugh. xx Chat conversation end Seen 22:24
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 22:31:33 +0000
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