To be in the Hamlet, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to gaze upon a pond and stream, contemplating your outrageous fortune in owning not one, but two barns. For who would be unmoved by moldings and floorboards patina'd. The kitchen, fair kitchen, open to the dining, gazing out hand blown glass over patio and lawn. When we have shuffled off to the den, appreciating the delicacy of the fireplace mantel, the patient contemplation of so long a life. The undiscovered country formality of the living room, bearing devoutly and so the second downstairs fireplace. To sleep, perchance to dream, in a home over 200 years old. Soft you now... all your cares, forgotten.