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Sep 2020
What is honor?  A word. What is in that word "honor"? What is that "honor"? Air. A trim reckoning.  Who hath it?  He that died o' Wednesday? Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible then?  Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it.  Honor is a mere scutcheon.  And so ends my catechism.

                                    Henry IV, part 1
                                      Act 5, Scene 1
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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