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
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Thanks for the big smile in the middle of my day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles. Love the last.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! The second to last also explains why women live longer than men.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, the stepladder and the gym.
ReplyDeleteha ha, step ladder.
ReplyDeleteHahaha
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