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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, May 04, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...05-04-2026
Would you rather have the ability to speak to animals or speak all languages fluently?
Oh, I definitely want to be like Dr Doolittle and speak with all the animals!
ReplyDeleteSpeaking all the human languages fluently would be amazing.
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