Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
Quite.
Regards, Ivan
19 posted on 09/30/2004 4:23:25 AM PDT by MadIvan
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