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
I love them all, but the first one is my favorite. I spewed my coffee.
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ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSnoopy is a very wise little fellow! :)
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ReplyDeleteI can't believe those milk protesting women! Did they never get the "farm visit" when they were in school and see how the cows got milked?
ReplyDeleteLoved then all!
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Donna