I caught cadeva when she was
"To be? or... not to be? Uhmm.... Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune... Or... or... Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them? Uhmmm... To die... to sleep...
No more! and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks! Mmm... That flesh is heir to... uh... 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
Uhmm...To die, to sleep... mmm... To sleep. Uhm... Perchance to dream.
There's the rub!
For in that sleep of death... of death... what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...uhm... there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life;
Fooooor... who would bear the whips and scorns of time? uh? The oppressor's wrong!! The proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and... and... And the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes! uh hu!
When he himself might his quietus make with a.. .uhm... bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life... but that the dread of something after death.. mmm... the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns puzzles the will aaaaaand... makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Uhmmmm.....
Thus... conscience does make cowards of us all!!!!
And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, aaand.... aaand... enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action!!!. Yes!
Soft you now, Cadeva! Soft-you-now!... He's taking you a picture!"
She was reaaaaallly deep thinking!