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
I have always wondered what the back story of this face is.
ReplyDeleteA happy looking guy! I've always liked this one on your sidebar.
ReplyDeleteI so admire your drawing skills.
ReplyDeleteInteresting human.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this guy. Thank you for sharing him with FFO and have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteI like this one, he looks so happy.
ReplyDeleteI never thought about it before, but he looks like a radio guy who was pretty popular in San Fransico in the 60s--- Al Collins.
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