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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