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
From the direction of her pupils, I bet she is reading a book or newspaper lying flat on the table.
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ReplyDeleteWell done. she looks tired but perhaps I am extrapolating.
It looks like their listening to a good conversation of mostly engrossed in a good movie or TV show. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteShe does look like she's a bit tired.
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