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
Unbelievable!
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Donna
What some people will do to feed their families!
ReplyDeleteI am not especially afraid of heights, but GEEZ!
ReplyDeleteI'd be the lonely one down at ground level eating my sandwiches all by myself.
ReplyDeleteI have seen that before - no one does that nowadays do they?
ReplyDeleteI've seen this before, it's quite famous and for me, a lot scary.
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