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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Wednesday, November 29, 2023
DID YOU KNOW...
Lobsters taste with their feet
Tiny bristles inside a lobster’s little pincers are their equivalent to
human taste buds. Meanwhile, lobsters’ teeth are in one of their three
stomachs.
New to me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI did not know that. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know that. That's some fancy footwork!
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