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Subject: Re: A CAT'S TAKE on Hamlet's Famous Monologue. (To Be or Not To Be)
Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:58:45 -0600
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On Tue, 31 Oct 2006 10:53:42 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
wrote:
>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>news:0s9ek2lqpnef7k2mqvkjnhseqcihc4tsdq@4ax.com:
>
>> Hamlet's Cat
>>
>> To go outside, and there perchance to stay
>> Or to remain within: that is the question:
>> Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
>> The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
>> That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
>>
>> Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
>> And so by dozing melt the solid hours
>> That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
>> And stall the dinner bell.
>>
>> To sit, to stare
>> Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
>> A wish to venture forth without delay,
>> Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
>> As if transfixed by doubt.
>>
>> To prowl; to sleep;
>> To choose not knowing when we may once more
>> Our readmittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
>> For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
>> Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
>> And going out and coming in were made
>> As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
>> What cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
>> The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
>> The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
>> The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
>> That fur is heir to, when, of his own free will,
>> He might his exodus or entrance make
>> With a mere mitten?
>>
>> Who would spaniels fear,
>> Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
>> But that the dread of our unheeded cries
>> And scratches at a barricaded door
>> No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
>> And makes us rather bear our humans' faults
>> Than run away to unguessed miseries?
>>
>> Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
>> And thus the bristling hair of resolution
>> Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
>> And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
>> We pause upon the threshold of decision.
>>
>> (As Found)
>>
>> Mephi
>>
>
>You must surf in some strange places. LOL.
>
>Mercury.
Meow.....again
darkshadows
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