"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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."
You're both sharp-witted, kind-hearted, & exceptionally skilled at 'surfing' the full range. Such spontaneous, brilliant moves mean the world to me! Thank you.
Banter 10: Read Macbeth & discuss.
Date: Sunday, March 20, 7pm
Same place
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| the good man, William Shakespeare Some low brow humor on Lady MacBeth: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCBJUeLjmkY |
