Happy Shakespeare’s Birthday, all. I thought I’d post this instructive little tidbit in his memory, since it is so indicative of my mental state as I prepare for finals.

King Henry V

Act 2, Scene 1

I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may

sleep, and they may have their throats about them at

that time; and some say knives have edges. It must

be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet

she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I

cannot tell.

How’s that for a morbid Mr. F’s auntism? Just substitute “HF professors” for “men” and there you have it…

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