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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
tis the season
Friday, May 02, 2008
SENIOR RESEARCH ASSOCIATE
According to this essay by and unknown author, I am a SRA (Senior Research Associate) in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.
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