“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” (Hamlet) Thus closes the door on this sad little tale of the woman with a big mouth.
“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” (Hamlet) Thus closes the door on this sad little tale of the woman with a big mouth.