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, October 19, 2015
ONCE UPON A TIME
Question Of The Week, 10-19-15
If your life was a novel, what would be the title and how would the story end?
My title would be THE SEARCH and it would end with "still looking".