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
Happy New Year
Monday, May 12, 2008
SENT FROM SMALL TOWN USA
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I'm half knee-jerk conservative and half knee-jerk liberal. I'll steal a quote from my brother and just say that "my brain has whiplash." Sometimes I wish I could be a zealot because they have all the answers.
Well said...........
ReplyDeleteI'd like to comment on what he said but then I'd sound like the knee-jerk liberal that I am so I'd best shut up.
ReplyDeleteI'm half knee-jerk conservative and half knee-jerk liberal. I'll steal a quote from my brother and just say that "my brain has whiplash." Sometimes I wish I could be a zealot because they have all the answers.
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