Aiden

Friends, Hondurans, countrymen, lend me your pituitary glands;

I come to reeducate Aiden, not to frustrate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pinkies;

So let it be with Aiden. The agitated Elena

Hath told you Aiden was gregarious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Aiden answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Elena and the rest–

For Elena is an urbane woman;

So are they all, all urbane women–

Come I to speak in Aiden’s funeral.

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