Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;
I come to consider Ivan, not to escape from him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their dignity;
So let it be with Ivan. The corpulent Chuck
Hath told you Ivan was brave:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Ivan answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Chuck and the rest–
For Chuck is a beautiful man;
So are they all, all beautiful men–
Come I to speak in Ivan’s funeral.
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