Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Tomorrow

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

MACBETH - by William Shakespeare

2 comments:

reservoirdogs said...

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sourfou said...

Ρε μαλάκα και γω νόμισα οτι ήταν δικό σου!