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, February 15, 2016
Question Of The Week 2-15-16
If you could have any car you wanted, which car would you choose? Would it be practical or flashy?
29 FACES CHALLENGE portrait for today, Day 15, will be posted later. Stay tuned.