Parody of Hamlet's soliloquy on the net
User:To friend or not to friend--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler within the net to suffer the slights and add's of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of trolls And by opposing feed them. To crash to sleep No more--and by a sleep to say we end the Heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To crash, to sleep-- to sleep--perchance to charge: ay, there's the hub, For in that sleep of discharge what charge may come When we have shutled off this metal toil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For Who would bear the taunts and scorns of trolls, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of others, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make with a bare button? Who would users bear, To ran...