While doing the grocery shopping today I saw a man with an interesting tattoo. It was text that scrolled its way around his forearm. As I passed him I caught “To dream” out of the corner of my eye and thought, “No, wait….” and looked again. Sure enough, what it said was “To die, to sleep, perchance to dream” and I’m not sure how much more — there was more text but I couldn’t read it all. “Is that Hamlet tattooed on your arm?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he said. “Nice,” I told him. “I spotted that right away.” “Good deal,” said he. Walking away, he seemed pleased that somebody had noticed it. Not too talkative, we guys.