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The choice about which correspondents to trust, and to what degree of [[Assurance]] is needed to make that trust decision is explored.
 
The choice about which correspondents to trust, and to what degree of [[Assurance]] is needed to make that trust decision is explored.
 
==Context==
 
==Context==
<blockquote>
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<pre>
 
To trust, or not to trust, that is the question:
 
To trust, or not to trust, that is the question:
 
Whether it's nobler in the mind to suffer
 
Whether it's nobler in the mind to suffer
 
The slings and arrows of outrageous breeches,
 
The slings and arrows of outrageous breeches,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
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Or to take arms against a sea of attackers
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
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And by opposing block them. To mitigate—to accept,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
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What choice; and by acceptance to say we end
 
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
 
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
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The internet can inflict: it's a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
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Devoutly to be wished. To mitigate, to accept;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
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To accept, perchance be lucky —ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
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For in that acceptance of risk what dreams may bring,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
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When we have put off this choice,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
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Must give us pause—there's the risk
That makes calamity of so long life.
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That makes calamity of such avoidance of choice.
 
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
 
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
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The attacker's wrong, the careful user's laugh,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
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The pangs of attacker's success, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
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The insolence of help desk, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
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That patient acceptance of trustworthy products,
When he himself might his quietus make
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When he himself might his choice make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
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Without forethought? Who would fools bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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To call and wait under hope of assistance,
But that the dread of something after death,
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But that the dread of something after restart,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
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The undiscovered breech, from whose hell
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
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No user recovers, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
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And makes us rather bear those apps we have
 
Than fly to others that we know not of?
 
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
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Thus impatience does make cowards of us all,
 
And thus the native hue of resolution
 
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
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Is given over with the hope of task complete,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
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And enterprises of great value and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
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With this regard their choices turn awry
And lose the name of action.<\blockquote>
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And lose all hope of security.

Revision as of 17:26, 24 October 2018

Full Title

The choice about which correspondents to trust, and to what degree of Assurance is needed to make that trust decision is explored.

Context

To trust, or not to trust, that is the question:
Whether it's nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous breeches,
Or to take arms against a sea of attackers
And by opposing block them. To mitigate—to accept,
What choice; and by acceptance to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
The internet can inflict: it's a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To mitigate, to accept;
To accept, perchance be lucky —ay, there's the rub:
For in that acceptance of risk what dreams may bring,
When we have put off this choice,
Must give us pause—there's the risk
That makes calamity of such avoidance of choice.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The attacker's wrong, the careful user's laugh,
The pangs of attacker's success, the law's delay,
The insolence of help desk, and the spurns
That patient acceptance of trustworthy products,
When he himself might his choice make
Without forethought? Who would fools bear,
To call and wait under hope of assistance,
But that the dread of something after restart,
The undiscovered breech, from whose hell
No user recovers, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those apps we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus impatience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is given over with the hope of task complete,
And enterprises of great value and moment
With this regard their choices turn awry
And lose all hope of security.