| She should have died hereafter: There would have been a time and place for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candleLife’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. | 1 |
| She should have died hereafter: There would have been a time and place for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candleLife’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. | 2 |
Macbeth “Tomorrow” Passage
September 10, 2019