I took my favorite Shakespeare monologue (Hamlet's \"To Be Or Not To Be\") and let the voices in my head take turns with the prose.
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to be or not to be. That is the question whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take on to get the fee of troubles, and by opposing, and then to die to sleep no more. And I think to say, we end the holiday ache and the 1000 natural shocks. 123. That flesh is heir to Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay! There's the rub for in that sleep of death! What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal core must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressors wrong, the proud man's con Twombley. The pangs of this prize love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes when he himself might. His quietus make with a bare Bodkin get out of here! Who would fall those bare to grunt and sweat under a weary life. But that the dread of something after death! The undiscovered country from whose born No traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others. We know not of those conscience does make cowards of a saw, and thus the native hue of resolution is thickly ordered with the pale cast of thought and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action