(on receiving the Torture Report)
O, That this too too sordid mind would melt
With it what lapses it had allowed to creep-
Oh that the Senators had not pressed
The Torture Report be made public!Oh God! Oh God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this Hill!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an untended pig-sty,
That grows maggots; men rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!