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
Oh that last one -- I have that problem too!
ReplyDeleteLove them all, but the last two are so me. I spewed my coffee.
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Good ones 😀
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Defenestration isn't for me, either.
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ReplyDeleteThese are so much fun! Thank you for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteSmiles all around...thanks! :)
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