>Would William Shakespeare have been able to turn out the
>literary masterpieces he did if he had to spend two hours each
>day cleaning out his inbox? Or, would he have had to put off
>writing MacBeth until "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...?"
>This is what the Bard might have felt about spam.
>
>Shakespeare on Spam (by Anonymous)
>
>These several airy unnamed messengers
>Do daily cram my inbox bursting full;
>And with a battery of promises
>(Of manhood's lengthening, safe and natural;
>Of sites whereat strange couplings may be seen,
>Or beauties nubile as the law allows;
>Of meetings with old schoolmates, none of whom
>I've spared a brace of thoughts for these ten years)
>Make sifting out my correspondences
>A passing trial. O, take care, my friends!
>The rambling jest you send has like been seen
>Ten times, forwarded by some jackanapes;
>And sooth, I'll not contribute to a chain
>But risk the lapse in fortunes an I don't.
>Of all conveniences, these are most meet:
>The Bulk folder, "Select All," and "Delete."