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
Friday, August 10, 2012
PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH
George makes an exit.
just finished reading a book by an author I have never read before.
The story grabbed my attention right away. It was fast paced and well
written until midway. A quick and exciting ending could have been
provided at that time. Instead it dragged on and on repeating dialogue,
lots of mush, and recurring events. Every time I would see what I
thought was an ending, it would drone on and on. Why did I keep
reading? Because I couldn't believe this could happen. I would ask for
my money back except it was a library book:)
It was like
being in church and believing the good sermon is about to reach a
conclusion. It has captured the attention of the congregation and most are still awake. The message has been conveyed. Perfect stopping point. Then suddenly the
preacher decides to add something and add something, and add something
else to emphasize a point that had already been made.
reminded me of the Seinfeld episode when George would get a laugh from the group and
then linger telling nonsense. He finally learned to hear the laughter
and abruptly walk out of the room at the high point.