That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the dryer to swear
Oath that this prickly sphere wouldst soften and separate
The shirts and sheets of outrageous laundry,
Or to take umbrage at such suspect claim
And endure a thousand natural shocks
The Ball wouldst pound in the drum? 'Tis a commotion
Desperately to be avoided. To dry, to sleep,
perchance in peace;
Aye, there's the rub.

07.06.22