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Sep. 27th, 2001 11:19 amSEYTON: 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.
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.
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Date: 2001-09-27 09:29 am (UTC)Is this for our red dress party ?
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Date: 2001-09-27 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-28 03:28 am (UTC)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.