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
Friday, July 24, 2009
NOW I'VE SEEN IT ALL
Go to Bonnie's BORN IN A ZOO for your treat of the day. My old fashioned values had to be set aside by the delight on faces and the joy in participation.