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
Only if I HAD to. Otherwise, nopers.
ReplyDeleteWow there is no adventurous spirit in me.
ReplyDeleteNo way!
ReplyDeleteProbably not, unless I was forced to and then only crawling on my hands and knees.
ReplyDeleteChina is full of interesting things these days. Yes, I would. The problem for me would be walking that far.
ReplyDeleteNope, no, no way! And I have 14 skydiving jumps from my younger days! Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteI'd think about it. There are days when it would happen, and days when it wouldn't.
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