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
Dear Grannie Annie, I only understood about two-thirds of the jokes, but if I read them again, I might even understand two-quarters. All the best from Austria 😎😉, Traude 🌿 https://rostrose.blogspot.com/2025/07/musikalischer-juli-blogparade-urban.html
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Love your play on words. I laughed more than once. I also linked this post to Happy Tuesday. It fits right in.
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ReplyDeleteDear Grannie Annie, I only understood about two-thirds of the jokes, but if I read them again, I might even understand two-quarters.
ReplyDeleteAll the best from Austria 😎😉,
Traude
🌿 https://rostrose.blogspot.com/2025/07/musikalischer-juli-blogparade-urban.html