When dealing with computer technology, there is hardly any room for poetry. In a manner of speaking, almost everything requires left-brain thinking.
So, in hopes of not depriving any of our readers from a little culture on our site, just for kicks, here’s a little Shakespeare for you!
Hamlet’s famous soliloquy in Act 3, Scene 1, which you’ve probably already heard somewhere before, but in a slightly different context than this one. . . .
To convert, or not to convert: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The difficulties and frustrations of uneditable documents,
Or to take arms against a sea of PDFs,
And by converting edit them. To copy, to paste—
No more—and by pasting to say we end
The heartache, and the minor disadvantages
That PDFs are heir to! ‘Tis a makeshift conversion
Fervently to be used. To copy, to paste—
To paste—perchance to change: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that paste of text what mess may come
When we have cheated ‘round this PDF toil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes a disaster of off-line work:
For who would bear the quotas and rushes of deadlines,
The PDF’s nature, the graphic images unneeded,
The pains of useless pages, the doc’s restrictions,
The eyestrain of research, and the annoyances
That the patient virtue of th’ User tolerates,
When he himself might his troubles end
With a PDF converter? Who would bear the burden,
To grunt and sweat in front of a Reader,
But that the loss of integrity outside the PDF,
The unpredictable mangling, against which
No author can secure, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those limits PDFs have,
Than convert to formats that we’re unsure of?
Thus PDF extraction makes skeptics of us all,
Is worried o’er with a mistrustful thought,
And ideas to convert a PDF to other files,
With this regard their motivation runs dry
And loses the chance to re-purpose.
Who says technology and art don’t mix, eh?