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
Now THERE'S a bunch of rowdies up to no good, I'll bet!
ReplyDeleteLooks like everyone is having a great time. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and rest of the week. ♥
Excellent Wordless Wednesday!
ReplyDeleteLooks like a fun gathering!
ReplyDeleteWhat are all those white pieces on the table?
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