Me, too. Played Lady Macbeth- like a radio show- and slipped into laughter when I goofed pitcher/picture.
On May 21, 5:54�pm, gruff <[email protected]> wrote: > Correction noted and appreciated. �I should have known it came from > Macbeth. �It's the only one of Willie's plays I've ever seen (as well > as having a reading part in a class production of it -- sheesh, my > memory is really going to hell these days.) �And I also completely > forget the preceeding line which of course belongs together with the > rest of the quote. �Perhaps I shall never forget that again. > > On May 21, 1:02 pm, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > With my penchant for pedantic accuracy, I have to correct you on the > > tragedy, gruff; Macbeth (not Hamlet), Act V, Scene V! > > > And then, there's that other marvellous line, which immediately > > precedes the part you quoted: > > "All our yesterday have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, > > out ..." > > > Francis > > > On 21 Mai, 21:22, gruff <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > How about the soliloquie, I think from Hamlet but I am unsure. �I also > > > have not looked up it's correct syntax so consider the below quote as > > > a paraphrase. �It comes from my faulty memory. > > > > Out, out, brief candle. Live is but a walking shadow, a poor player > > > who struts and frets his last 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. > > > > On May 19, 8:08 am, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > Or, orn, as the Bard puts it all together at the end :-) > > > > > Our revels now are ended. These our actors, > > > > As I foretold you, were all spirits and > > > > Are melted into air, into thin air: > > > > And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, > > > > The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, > > > > The solemn temples, the great globe itself, > > > > Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve > > > > And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, > > > > Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff > > > > As dreams are made on, and our little life > > > > Is rounded with a sleep. > > > > > � � -- William Shakespeare > > > > (The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I) > > > > > On 19 Mai, 16:50, ornamentalmind <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > "... Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live > > > > > like that, without change...." - SD > > > > > > Of course it is different for each of us...and, as best as I can tell, > > > > > much of it is accidental. That notion aside, possibilities for these > > > > > people who sit at the same counter, chatting w/the same people and > > > > > perhaps even about the same things...it is possible that they are > > > > > content. > > > > > For you, perhaps to be content, you must keep jumping from one thing > > > > > to another. Either way or at any point in the spectrum inbetween, > > > > > neither way is better/worse... > > > > > > William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It > > > > > 2/7) > > > > > > "All the world's a stage, > > > > > And all the men and women merely players: > > > > > They have their exits and their entrances; > > > > > And one man in his time plays many parts, > > > > > His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, > > > > > Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. > > > > > And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel > > > > > And shining morning face, creeping like snail > > > > > Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, > > > > > Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad > > > > > Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, > > > > > Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, > > > > > Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, > > > > > Seeking the bubble reputation > > > > > Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, > > > > > In fair round belly with good capon lined, > > > > > With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, > > > > > Full of wise saws and modern instances; > > > > > And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts > > > > > Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, > > > > > With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, > > > > > His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide > > > > > For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, > > > > > Turning again toward childish treble, pipes > > > > > And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, > > > > > That ends this strange eventful history, > > > > > Is second childishness and mere oblivion, > > > > > Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." > > > > > > On May 18, 6:07 pm, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > > It means that people have to pay their taxes, like it or not. �{;-( > > > > > > > The quote suggests, and I would agree, that people have a tendency > > > > > > to > > > > > > stick it out in their lot in life not realizing that they can bail > > > > > > out > > > > > > anytime. �Sometimes it takes a devastating hurricane or tornado to > > > > > > get > > > > > > people to that point of realization that life does move on. � There > > > > > > are some small towns I go to that I haven't been to in years. �At > > > > > > the > > > > > > cafe I see the same people doing the same thing, day after day, week > > > > > > after week, month after month, year after year. � I look at my life > > > > > > and see that I have done more in one year than they have done in six > > > > > > years. �Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would > > > > > > live > > > > > > like that, without change. �That is when I start to think about old > > > > > > souls and new souls. �Maybe that is all they can do. �I feel like > > > > > > I've > > > > > > been around the globe dozens of times in thousands of years. � I > > > > > > always want to be doing something new, never had a full time job in > > > > > > my > > > > > > life and never had any job that lasted more than six months. �I > > > > > > don't > > > > > > want to know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, to > > > > > > me > > > > > > that is like death. �So what it means to me is, I can walk out the > > > > > > door today and wander about and soon I will have a whole new > > > > > > wonderful > > > > > > life somewhere else. > > > > > > > On May 18, 8:49 am, Molly Brogan <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > > > "We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives, > > > > > > > anytime, in the blink of an eye." > > > > > > > - �Carlos Castaneda (1931 - ) > > > > > > > > What do you think it means?- Hide quoted text - > > > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > - Show quoted text - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. 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