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
12 comments:
I love it!
NOW there is a pic------I'm enthralled with it. Like?? there has to be a whole story behind it right?
What an adorable little face!
Too cute and filled with imaginary stories...........
Letting the cat out of the box...this is too cute!!
That is great picture.
Ralph
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww . . . wayyyyyy adorable!
Very cute!
I hope you're having a fabulous time with all of your guests. I know that you're a great hostess!
What a sweet picture :-)
.....and what beautiful eyes you have, my dear. The better to see me with...
Six little mice sat down to spin
Miss Pussy came by and she peeped in.
"What are you doing, my little men?"
"We're making clothes for gentlemen."
"May I come in and snip off your thread?"
"Oh,no,Miss Pussy,you'd snip off our head."
"Oh, no I wouldn't, I'd help you to spin."
That may be so, but you don't come in."
Great shot, Michael.
Just look at that little kitty's face peeking out there!
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