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
Interesting - what does she look like now?
ReplyDeleteNice sketch
ReplyDeleteVery nice
ReplyDeleteShe looks a little angry, like she'd rather be anywhere else.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeletehugs
Dona