Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow—William Shakespeare

May 18, 2024

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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

by William Shakespeare

(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)

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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.

Elizabeth Tucker

May 18

This is one of the first pieces of Shakespeare I was exposed to, via Mr. K*A*P*L*A*N*. It holds a special memory for me, and I can't help but read it in an eastern European accent and imagine "Julius Scissor" in his tent. I later read MacBeth to get the context, but in my mind, this forever belongs to K*A*P*L*A*N*. Very fun selection!

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Eliana Wickland

Jun 1

I've always loved these lines for the truth and the sort of caution they hold.

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