A Review of MacBeth |
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16 February 2020
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
Then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
There's a lot of Shakespeare I haven't read, surprisingly enough. I think I'm going to make it a priority after reading MacBeth. Seeing the descent of a man in such beautiful prose ... if only ever other phrase wasn't already tied to something else! Reading the play was at time like reading a book of famous quotations with Shakespeare weïrdly projecting himself into all this future allusions.
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