Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Thursday, April 21, 2005
HE LOOKED SO NORMAL
He did not look like the deranged, drunken, pot-smoking, ragged, rank, stumbling, staggering and pityful person that is depicted in all the movies. That is why she did not recognize this veteran. He looked normal, he was well groomed and clean cut and he spoke well. He only spit on her because she had been spitting on him for 37 years. The happy fact is he represented a whole lot of veterans who want to do what he did. The sad fact is she will sell more books and get more attention because of this incident.
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