equivocation will undo us.
He did comply, sir, with his dug before he sucked it. Thus has he—and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on—only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter, a kind of yeasty collection, which carries them through and through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2
this was written about my boss.
(it’s also one of my favorite Robin Williams roles - a perfect buffoon, perfectly done.)