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
Ahhh, Shakespeare lives on to remind us of our miserable lives. He was wrong about not being heard of anymore as he seems to persist. Lovely mortal and pestle with what herbs? Stay well, Granny Annie ...
Nice mortal and pestle action!
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me I've yet to replace the mortar and pestle I broke during the move here, 13 years ago!
ReplyDeleteAhhh, Shakespeare lives on to remind us of our miserable lives. He was wrong about not being heard of anymore as he seems to persist. Lovely mortal and pestle with what herbs? Stay well, Granny Annie ...
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From the Sol