It was in act 5, scene 5 when Macbeth was talking to the messenger... ''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.''
I was pretty sure it was Macbeth but I thought it could have been part of Hamlet as well. I think that was the passage that the other Senior class in high school had to memorize. You would hear kids in the hallway, murmuring Shakespeare under their breath, it was quite amusing really!
All work, tasks, things involving effort and diets start tomorrow! I just wonder how many times I have uttered that word in my life? It kind of boggles the mind to think about doesn't it??