To Screen Or Not To Screen?

To screen, or not to screen: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous disinterest,
Or to take arms against a sea of prejudice,
And by opposing end them? To lose: to win;
No more; and by a win to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To lose, to win;
To win: perchance to gain tenure: ay, there’s the rub;

For with that win what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off tedious itinerance,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of crap shows,
The conductor’s wrong, the proud man’s refusal to blend,
The pangs of despised gigpigs, the cheque’s delay,
The insolence of the office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make
With a fuzzy pink divider? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the anticipation of security after winning,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No musician returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

The screen does make cowards of them all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action because the
crossword is quite a challenge. – Soft you now!
The fair audition panel, in thy rubric
Be all my sins remember’d.

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