"and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep. sir, i am vex'd; bear with my weakness; my brain is troubled: be not disturb'd with my infirmity: if you be pleased, retire into my cell an there repose: a turn or two i'll walk to still my beating mind." WOW??
— Feb 26, 2024 05:18PM
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