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Date: July
24,2008
Subject: To
ELM Bulletin, or not to ELM Bulletin
To ELM
Bulletin, or not to ELM Bulletin: that is the
question
Whether 'tis
nobler to my clients to suffer
The slings and
arrows of forsaken tech. support,
Or to put pen
down against a sea of IT troubles,
And by opposing
end them?
My apologies to
each of you that you are not receiving your
customary ELM Bulletin this month. There was
a significant lack of available time due to our
"taking arms against a sea of troubles,"
opposing, and ultimately ending them. So I have
tried for a small smile instead.
For those of
you wanting to read the real soliloquy, I
include it below, enjoy:
William Shakespeare
- To be, or not to be (from Hamlet 3/1)
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
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;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the 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 undiscover'd 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 o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith 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 remember'd.
As always,
please do not hesitate to contact me if you have
any questions about this or any other issue.
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