08-09-2004, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2004, 02:21 PM by [wcip]Angel.)
From memory:
"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 is 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."
I think that's the closest I can get without actually having to look it up ;)
Good to hear from you, Occhi! I hope to read first hand of your experiences in the war. Good luck!
Keep your head down and bow at the ready.
"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 is 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."
I think that's the closest I can get without actually having to look it up ;)
Good to hear from you, Occhi! I hope to read first hand of your experiences in the war. Good luck!
Keep your head down and bow at the ready.
