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
Slim and Franke
Thursday, January 29, 2009
R - E - S - P - E - C - T
Here I am in Aretha's hat. You can wear this memorable hat too. Simply click on my "I Love Your Blog" link and follow Nora's directions. Leave a comment if you managed to put on the hat too.