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.
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Comments (3)
SeanE
Yep. I can guess what happened, having worked as a cinema usher for 5 years! Love this pic LOL!
achtung_333
LOL!!! Great stuff!
Brendan
"IRE is supossedley a "DEADLY SIN" ? .Me thinks, busting the teeth of people who wont sit quietly and watch the film, a VIRTUE ! You have my empathy.