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
So, just curious. What are your favorite words from the bard? The above piece has struck my fancy lately, although it’s neck and neck with “what dreams may come.” Discuss!
Into The Weeds 
#1 by amanda on July 9, 2009 - 11:32 am
i especially liked this bit when sam worthington was playing macbeth.
i have always liked “i have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth” followed by “what a piece of work is man,” from hamlet.
#2 by amanda on July 22, 2009 - 1:12 am
there was a shakespeare question at trivia last week. in macbeth, the witches make a brew that’s made of “eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and _________ of dog.” fill in the blank correctly and you can be on team awesome this week. :)
#3 by amanda on July 22, 2009 - 1:13 am
there was a shakespeare question at trivia last week. in macbeth, the witches make a brew that’s made of “eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and _________ of dog.” fill in the blank correctly and you can be on team awesome this week. :)