>You can't make an Hamlet without breaking yeggs.
Well, I was going to reply to Robin Hamilton, point out that his long
post in defense of the Piltdown Man, I mean, sorry, the Stratford Man is
full of contradictions and blind spots and confusions... But when I read
his sentence above to Joe Green (who by the way, since giving up his job
with the Pittsburgh Steelers has become probably the strangest poet in
America, I Kyd you not), I realized that here is a quite more clever
chap than I. Best to stop before one looks like he's wearing an ass's
head on his head, I say.
[Snickering in Australia and southwestern England: You already are! You
already are! HAHAHA!]
And I was just told by my mother that my distant cousin's name is not
"Tray," it is "Trey."
Me, I'm feeling somewhat like Yorick at present.
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