To be or not to be. Was that the question?
The words have changed since last night.
They generally do.
The fox is too wily to come out of his hole to see the question nailed to the tree.
Perhaps it was a hollow tree.
He wasn't looking at the question. He just went hunting.
Maybe he heeded the trembling and the banging, and being a wily old fox he heeded these signs, and he didn't hang around questioning these things . . .
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