March 2012
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“
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly—
And prais’d be rashness for it— let us know
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well…
” —Hamlet. Act 5, Scene 2
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