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Spoonwood

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What Hamlet Might Say About Recent Changes

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to feed?  A beast, no more.  Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

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DestinyCall

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Re: What Hamlet Might Say About Recent Changes

I think I will spend my next life quoting Shakespeare and eating nothing but berries.

Spoonwood

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Re: What Hamlet Might Say About Recent Changes

I think I will spend my next life quoting Shakespeare and eating nothing but berries.

For the record, it's not an exact quote.  Hamlet mentioned 'sleep' in Shakespeare's play.

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Morti

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Re: What Hamlet Might Say About Recent Changes

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to feed?  A beast, no more.  Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

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\ ˈfu̇st, ˈfəst \
plural -s
Definition of fust (Entry 1 of 4)
dialectal, British
: a strong musty smell : MUSTINESS
fust intransitive verb
\ " \
-ed/-ing/-s
Definition of fust (Entry 2 of 4)
1archaic : to become moldy through disuse
sure he that made us … gave us not that capability and godlike reason to fust in us unused
— Shakespeare
2archaic, of food or drink : to taste or smell moldy or stale
fust noun (2)
\ ˈfəst \
plural -s
Definition of fust (Entry 3 of 4)
: the shaft of a column or pilaster
fust
\ " \
Definition of fust (Entry 4 of 4)
dialectal variant of FIRST

I just got back from the woods, and I was thinking, how nice it is out there, to be among the moss, the mud and the mold. How no matter how bad I smell, nature doesn't give a shit, only people do.

People, who are not nature, anymore.

I really should get a shower though, instead of instinctively sitting back in this chair, with my beautifully muddy boots and the splashes of mud, up my pants, where the world spat back up at me, for falling trees in it's swamp. You know what I say to that swamp? Fust you, swamp. Fust you.

I'm making that road, whether the water in that swamp, rises or falls, I'm making that fuckin road, before I die.