... We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
- William Shakespeare William Shakespeare
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Sir, I am vexed. Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. William Shakespeare William Shakespeare?
He is worth double, dontcha think?