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[Patsy Stone]

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.

--Macbeth Act. V, Scene V

[Olney Blue]

1. Thanks, Patsy. I love this passage.

[Sal Minella]

2. I am in blood stepped so far that to go back would be

as tedious as to go o'er....or something like that.....goosebump city big time.