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[moonwise]

SEYTON: The Queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.

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.

Comments

[fireceremony.livejournal.com]

Is this for our red dress party ?

[arafel.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* No, it's just a passage from Shakespeare's Macbeth that I like a whole lot. I'm sure we can come up with something appropriate for a red dress party though. :)

[fireceremony.livejournal.com]

Heh heh I think I recognized the name at the top there.

I was wondering if the atmosphere of the play was appropriate for our situation... come to think of it was in a way. Jacobean drama the Nosgoth internet way. Heh heh.

[lordraziel.livejournal.com]

I've always liked Shakespear.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Me too. Our lit teacher in high school had us all memorize this passage, and I always think of him when I read it. Sadly, he died of a heart attack about a year ago, so it's particularly poignant now.