Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-William Shakespeare-
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
1 comment:
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW AND TOMORROW..CREEPS IN THIS PETTY PACE FROM DAY TO DAY, TILL THE LAST SYLLABLE OF RECORDED TIME...
I can still recite this speech too, amazing what we remember from high school, huh?
Hope you are well,
Melissa
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