(October 18, 2014 at 5:34 am)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: If my options in life were to attend an Adam Sandler film festival, or to be thrown off the summit of the Matterhorn and not stop falling until I arrived in some part of Switzerland where they weren't expecting me, I'd dust off the old lederhosen right now.
Boru
Well landing in switzerland would not be so bad. Provided the swiss were not scraping me off the ground with a forks
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.
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.
