21 Jun 05
Originally posted by seraphimvultureTo renew, or not to renew: that is the question:
To renew, or not to renew.... that is the question.... Hmmmm...
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The checks and en passants of outrageous chess moves,
Or to take arms against a sea of forum posts,
And by opposing end them? To resign: to quit;
No more; and by a checkmate to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural losses
That grandmasters are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To resign, to quit;
To quit: perchance to play again: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of resignation what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal board,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a game;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time-outs,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of pieces lost, the clock's delay,
The insolence of pawns and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy knights,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare King? who would gambits bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary stalemate,
But that the dread of something after checkmate,
The undiscover'd country from whose bosurn
No player returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those checks we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus leaving does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resignation
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And games of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-- Soft you now!
The fair Russ! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins renewed.
(with apologies to Shakespeare)