Parody to Shakespear's Sililoquy

"To e-mail, or not to e-mail..."

To e-mail, or not to e-mail: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The spam and Junk mails of outrageous contact list

Or to take arms against a sea of viruses

And by opposing delete them? To e-mail, to reply

No more; and by a Forward say we begin

The Junk mails and the thousands of natural Spam

That the inbox is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be fended. To e-mail, to Reply;

To Reply! Perchance to forward: ay, there's the rub;

For after that Reply, what Forwards may come,

When we have shuffled off this Inbox,

Must give us e-mails: there's the suspect

That makes Inbox of 250MB storage so small

For who would bear the spam and Junk mails all the time,

The Hacker's wrong, the chatters contumely,

The pang of un-sent messages, the Internet connection reset,

The insolence of msn and it's spurns

That members merit of unworthy e-mails,

When msn itself might it's deletion make

With a delete button? Who would these fardels bear,

To Block and Delete under a weary internet,

But that the dread of something after deletion,

The undiscovered websites, from whose browse

No navigator returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those viruses we receive

Than forward to others that we know not of?

Thus e-mails does make cowards of us all;

And thus navigators hope of