Tomorrow
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. 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 an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
--
William Shakespeare
From Macbeth (V, v, 19)
posted by Rivi @ 2:11 AM
1 Comments:
I like it that you put this here.
Ann
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