sorin wrote:Leaf node.. does not mean "end of game position".
Thank you to Bill, dfan and Sorin for your corrections.
To read, or not to read,
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sacrifice,
Or to take arms against a pincer
And by opposing, mock it.
To die - to read no more;
And by a death to say we end
The eye-steal and the thousand natural cuts
That stones are heir to.
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to read;
To read, perchance to dream—
Ay, there's the rub.
For in that read of death,
What aji may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause—
There's the respect that makes calamity of clinging on.
For who would bear the semeais of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud Dan's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of rank, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare tenuki?
Who would influence bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life?
But that the dread of nothing after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,
Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of
Thus, conscience,
Doth make cowards of us all
And so, the native hue of resolution
Is sickled o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And Leelas of great pitch and moment
With this regard, their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.