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To sleep, perchance to Tweet.

To sleep, perchance to Tweet;
aye, there's the rub, For in that Tweet of death, what Tweets may come,
When we have stretched this mortal coil,
Must give us pretense
... That patient merit of false modesty takes,
When he himself might his Quietus Tweet

——Hamlet 1.1

Origin:

"I prefer the stretch of pretension to the coil of false modesty."

—The United States of Wolf @theUSWoftheUSA

• Post @ Twitter (26 July 2021)