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
Monday, July 28, 2014
HAVING THE RIGHT
Question Of The Week 7-28-14
You are visiting in the home of a friend. You glance at a letter on the desk and see that your name is mentioned. Do you ask your friend about it? Do you read the letter? Do you forget about it and go on?