Hamlet Arch How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whe'r it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do'; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means to do 't.             Hamlet, Act IV Scene IV

Crawling out of dirty holes ---

Walk a slot, climb a fin.

This slot got a little on the narrow side. We stayed up!

Rapping into the inside of a Leviathon.

Downclimb a slot, and...

...we're back in the known world. We do a bunch of loops, up this, down that, through there. Really fun, really good to have the man with amazing memory to run us around.