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
Wow
ReplyDeleteSays a lot for the power of suggestion? Of course in the 1500's it could have been the work of witches!
ReplyDeleteDance like no one is watching! And why not? I love to dance.
ReplyDeleteDid anyone ever find the cause?
ReplyDeleteI'd read about this many years ago and had forgotten. There have been a lot of suggested reasons why it might have happened, but of course there's no way to know for certain.
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