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
Fascinating! Although I doubt they are all the exact same height, like the Rockettes, they are lined up in such a way as the shortest are in the middle and the tallest at the edges so as to create the optical illusion of them being all the same height.
If I tried to do that, my knees would be killing me -- and it would be justifiable homicide.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness that was so cool - to watch not do.
ReplyDeleteI envy those knees
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ReplyDeleteStunning precision; and they're all the same height. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteNOT going to be a happening thing here. Ever.
ReplyDeleteFascinating! Although I doubt they are all the exact same height, like the Rockettes, they are lined up in such a way as the shortest are in the middle and the tallest at the edges so as to create the optical illusion of them being all the same height.
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