Chekhov's sashimi

Comic 16! I was told in lecture today that I was "very smart" for knowing the medicalese word for hiccups: "singultus." I think the professor might have "jumped the gun" on that appraisal.

I'm sorry, what was that, Walt?

"O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse."

Ok, cool, that's what I thought you said. Peace out, player!