Indecision

[CharleyH]

"What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."

~ from Hamlet (Act II, Scene II ) also by Sir Francis Bacon's pseudonymous William Shakespeare.

Perfect, as you are

 

[logophile]

'Boogity, boogity boogity!'
Darrell Waltrip

Ah! Ah! Ah!

 

[TheEarl]

Dranoel,

In keeping with the season, I should be interested in seeing your version of the To Be Or Not To Be speech, as delivered by Yoda.

Be to, or be to not,
That the question is.
Whather in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune nobler it is?
Or against a sea of troubles to take arms, and in opposing them to end hmm?

The Earl

 

[Dar~]

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
she speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!


I love the romance in this though I will admit it is stalkerish

 

[TheEarl]

O Romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or
if thou wilt not,
Just say the word and I sahll no longer be a Capulet.

Anyone notice that Dar's taken the male role, whilst I've taken the female?

The Earl

 

[Guest]

Dranoel,

In keeping with the season, I should be interested in seeing your version of the To Be Or Not To Be speech, as delivered by Yoda.

Be or be not. Question there is not. Mmmm? Mmmm? Outrageous fortunes of Blaster bolts and vibroblades suffer not the mind of the noble. Yeeess.
To rest. Forever sleep. Yes.
End, we do, the heartaches and shocks of Bothan stun sticks, heir is the flesh to these. Mmmm? To die, to sleep, to dream it is possible. That is the way of the force.
Shuffle off, we do, this mortal coil, in that forever sleep. in dreams then we live.
Pause, we must. Yeeesss. When 800 years you have lived, calamity your life will be. heh-heh! Yeeess.
Gand Silencers and Mandalorian Rippers, for those who would bear them, time has. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Wrong is the proud one. This is not the way of the Jedi. Yeeess.
His quietus, makes it with bare bodkin, makes it himself he does. Mmmm?
Jawas would bear who? Mmmm? A weary life they sweat and jibber over. Yeeess.
No return, for travellers bourne of the dark path. After death they fear. Mmmm?
Puzzled is the will. Ills, we bear, rather than that we know not we fly.
Cowards, the concience makes. All of us. Yeeess.. Hehe
Sickly the color of resolution is, a pale cast it is on natives. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Great pitch... and moment... awry their currents turn. Such is the path to the darkside. Yeeess
Action! its name we lose. Mmmm? Mmmm?

 

[CharleyH]

Be to, or be to not,
That the question is.
Whather in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune nobler it is?
Or against a sea of troubles to take arms, and in opposing them to end hmm?

The Earl

Oh Earl, you are such a tease. I might GAG on your .............. words



teasing as always, but NOT

 

[R. Richard]

Whoever wrote it - don't care. That is still the best piece of writing ever written and I challenge anyone to find anything that illustrates the inner thoughts of a character so beautifully.

The Earl

Well, it was never written down to the best of my knowledge but the most revealing lines from a character I have ever heard were those used frequently by my uncle.

"If you don't have the payment next time, I'll break your other arm."

Unc was concise and to the point!

 

[carsonshepherd]

"When six thousand posts you reach, look as good you will not!"

 

[TheEarl]

"When six thousand posts you reach, look as good you will not!"

When three years on Lit you have reached, speak as flip you will not

The Earl

 

[Dar~]

Anyone notice that Dar's taken the male role, whilst I've taken the female?The Earl

Wanna be my bitch???

 

[Guest]

Be or be not. Question there is not. Mmmm? Mmmm? Outrageous fortunes of Blaster bolts and vibroblades suffer not the mind of the noble. Yeeess.
To rest. Forever sleep. Yes.
End, we do, the heartaches and shocks of Bothan stun sticks, heir is the flesh to these. Mmmm? To die, to sleep, to dream it is possible. That is the way of the force.
Shuffle off, we do, this mortal coil, in that forever sleep. in dreams then we live.
Pause, we must. Yeeesss. When 800 years you have lived, calamity your life will be. heh-heh! Yeeess.
Gand Silencers and Mandalorian Rippers, for those who would bear them, time has. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Wrong is the proud one. This is not the way of the Jedi. Yeeess.
His quietus, makes it with bare bodkin, makes it himself he does. Mmmm?
Jawas would bear who? Mmmm? A weary life they sweat and jibber over. Yeeess.
No return, for travellers bourne of the dark path. After death they fear. Mmmm?
Puzzled is the will. Ills, we bear, rather than that we know not we fly.
Cowards, the concience makes. All of us. Yeeess.. Hehe
Sickly the color of resolution is, a pale cast it is on natives. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Great pitch... and moment... awry their currents turn. Such is the path to the darkside. Yeeess
Action! its name we lose. Mmmm? Mmmm?

All that work. And on request at that. Yet not a single comment.

My, how I have come to live for the comments.

Closed the request line is. Yeeess.

 

[cloudy]

Be or be not. Question there is not. Mmmm? Mmmm? Outrageous fortunes of Blaster bolts and vibroblades suffer not the mind of the noble. Yeeess.
To rest. Forever sleep. Yes.
End, we do, the heartaches and shocks of Bothan stun sticks, heir is the flesh to these. Mmmm? To die, to sleep, to dream it is possible. That is the way of the force.
Shuffle off, we do, this mortal coil, in that forever sleep. in dreams then we live.
Pause, we must. Yeeesss. When 800 years you have lived, calamity your life will be. heh-heh! Yeeess.
Gand Silencers and Mandalorian Rippers, for those who would bear them, time has. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Wrong is the proud one. This is not the way of the Jedi. Yeeess.
His quietus, makes it with bare bodkin, makes it himself he does. Mmmm?
Jawas would bear who? Mmmm? A weary life they sweat and jibber over. Yeeess.
No return, for travellers bourne of the dark path. After death they fear. Mmmm?
Puzzled is the will. Ills, we bear, rather than that we know not we fly.
Cowards, the concience makes. All of us. Yeeess.. Hehe
Sickly the color of resolution is, a pale cast it is on natives. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Great pitch... and moment... awry their currents turn. Such is the path to the darkside. Yeeess
Action! its name we lose. Mmmm? Mmmm?

Indeed, yesssss. Question yourself you may do. Inside, the answer is. Mmmm?

The dream, vapor it is, yessssss. Understand, you do not. Ask me not that which you seek. Is best, knowledge you see for self. Mmmm? Mmmm?

Dark, yessss, beckons it does. Inside yourself, the answer is. Hehe. Too much time, yesss, there is. Mmmm? You shall see, fleeting is time.

 

[Guest]

Indeed, yesssss. Question yourself you may do. Inside, the answer is. Mmmm?

The dream, vapor it is, yessssss. Understand, you do not. Ask me not that which you seek. Is best, knowledge you see for self. Mmmm? Mmmm?

Dark, yessss, beckons it does. Inside yourself, the answer is. Hehe. Too much time, yesss, there is. Mmmm? You shall see, fleeting is time.

PMSL!!!​

Love you, I do. Yeeesss. Well suited for me you are. Mmmm? Mmmm?

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

. . . Anyone notice that Dar's taken the male role, whilst I've taken the female? The Earl

Yes.

You are always more interested in female parts, and Dar, naturally, in male bits.

Be or be not. Question there is not. Mmmm? Mmmm? Outrageous fortunes of Blaster bolts and vibroblades suffer not the mind of the noble. Yeeess.
To rest. Forever sleep. Yes.
End, we do, the heartaches and shocks of Bothan stun sticks, heir is the flesh to these. Mmmm? To die, to sleep, to dream it is possible. That is the way of the force.
Shuffle off, we do, this mortal coil, in that forever sleep. in dreams then we live.
Pause, we must. Yeeesss. When 800 years you have lived, calamity your life will be. heh-heh! Yeeess.
Gand Silencers and Mandalorian Rippers, for those who would bear them, time has. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Wrong is the proud one. This is not the way of the Jedi. Yeeess.
His quietus, makes it with bare bodkin, makes it himself he does. Mmmm?
Jawas would bear who? Mmmm? A weary life they sweat and jibber over. Yeeess.
No return, for travellers bourne of the dark path. After death they fear. Mmmm?
Puzzled is the will. Ills, we bear, rather than that we know not we fly.
Cowards, the concience makes. All of us. Yeeess.. Hehe
Sickly the color of resolution is, a pale cast it is on natives. Mmmm? Mmmm?
Great pitch... and moment... awry their currents turn. Such is the path to the darkside. Yeeess
Action! its name we lose. Mmmm? Mmmm?

To such fardels bear, of you, I would not ask. A joke it was.
Away from keyboard I was.
No slight did I intend.
A lesson it is.
Not before children, challenges must I put.

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

"But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass."

-Dogberry "Much Ado About Nothing" Act 4.II

 

[cantdog]

In this Palace of Lies a truth or two will not hurt you.

Your friends are all the dullest dogs I know.

They are not beautiful: they are only decorated.

They are not clean: they are only shaved and starched.

They are not dignified: they are only fashionably dressed.

They are not educated: they are only college passmen.

They are not religious: they are only pewrenters.

They are not moral: they are only conventional.

They are not virtuous: they are only cowardly.

They are not even vicious: they are only "frail."

They are not artistic: they are only lascivious. They are not prosperous: they are only rich. They are not loyal, they are only servile; not dutiful, only sheepish; not public spirited, only patriotic; not courageous, only quarrelsome; not determined, only obstinate; not masterful, only domineering; not self-controlled, only obtuse; not self-respecting, only vain; not kind, only sentimental; not social, only gregarious; not considerate, only polite; not intelligent, only opinionated; not progressive, only factious; not imaginative, only superstitious; not just, only vindictive; not generous, only propitiatory; not disciplined, only cowed; and not truthful at all: liars every one of them, to the very backbone of their souls.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

In this Palace of Lies a truth or two will not hurt you. . ..

Pshaw!

 

[cantdog]

Now there's a passage which expresses something of the character. There are a lot of them in that act of the play. I used to have quite a bit of it memorized, when i was a teenager, too.

 

[cantdog]

The plague, the famine, the earthquake, the tempest were too spasmodic in their action; the tiger and crocodile were too easily satiated and not cruel enough: something more constantly, more ruthlessly, more ingeniously destructive was needed; and that something was Man, the inventor of the rack, the stake, the gallows, the electric chair; of sword and gun and poison gas: above all, of justice, duty, patriotism, and all the other isms by which even those who are clever enough to be humanely disposed are persuaded to become the most destructive of all the destroyers.

That's the Devil. I dug the shit out of that thing. I had a set of LPs which were a recorded version. Cedric Hardwicke as the Commander, Charles Boyer playing Don Juan with that amazing accent of his, Charles Laughton as the Devil and Agnes Moorhead as Doña Ana.

 

[sweetnpetite]

my favorite (since the day I read it)

Delivered To The Women's Convention In Akron, Ohio - December, 1851

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

 

[Alex De Kok]

We're all supposed to be writers here - it's the Authors' Hangout, right? So how about this one -

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From "Astrophel and Stella"

by

Sir Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear she might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay;
Invention, Nature's child, fled stepdame Study's blows;
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
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Now you know where the quote in my sig-line comes from!

Alex

 

[Guest]

Shakespear

had a way with insults. always makes me giggle.
Henry V
Put thy face between his sheets and do the office of a warming-pan.

The Comedy of Errors
She sweats, a man may go over-shoes in the grime of it.

All's Well that Ends Well
So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement i need not open, for i look through thee.

the list goes on and on. how eloquent the barbs! i fell in love with it as a kid and to this day, am astounded by the creative verbage!

 

[TheEarl]

To such fardels bear, of you, I would not ask. A joke it was.
Away from keyboard I was.
No slight did I intend.
A lesson it is.
Not before children, challenges must I put.

Sounds like Dr Zeuss doing Shakespeare:

Would you bear fardels?
Would I? Would he?
Grunting, sweating under life are we.

The Earl

 

[Songcatcher]

Friendship is for cunts.