To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’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 does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet


Mayfair Witches
∟Stella Mayfair

Mary Beth’s daughter with Julien, she is the tenth witch of the Mayfair legacy. Born in 1901, after Carlotta and before Lionel. she is a delightful and beguiling child who loves telling ghost stories. Changeable and restless, she lives scandalously as she grows up: drinking, dancing, dressing flamboyantly. She embodies the very spirit of the Roaring Twenties. Though the nuns at the schools she attended were fond of Stella, she was constantly expelled. It was said she would frighten other students, read their minds, flung people about without touching them and would laugh at what the nuns said if she thought it to be a blatant lie. Stella was the most carefree, most flamboyant, one who dated the most and only Mayfair entirely bent on having fun. She did not care about the money, as long as she could do her ‘own thing’.

“Keep your secrets
Keep your silence
It is a better gift than truth”

“Keep your secrets

Keep your silence

It is a better gift than truth”

Well, look what you caught.