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 this! so fun!
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute cook.
ReplyDeleteNice 😀
ReplyDeleteVery good!
ReplyDeleteHe looks like he is having fun.
ReplyDeleteIt's grilling time!
ReplyDelete...I wish you a Merry Month of May!
ReplyDeleteA funny Cook indeed. Have a good week.
ReplyDeleteLove the hat!! Great drawing.
ReplyDelete-Soma