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
Aged about 8 at a particular time of year - I don't remember that
we had Halloween we would tie adjoining door knockers together and then
knock on both doors. The adults then found they couldn't open the
doors. We would also do 'Devil up Drain pipe' and put lighted newspaper
up the drain pipe. Great fun! We didn't dress up.