So most have heard, “All the world’s a stage/And all the men and women merely players” from Shakespeare’s As You Like It. But a few years later Shakespeare, in Macbeth, wrote this: “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.”
Wow! Love it… but what the hell Shakespeare? What the hell was going on with you when you wrote Macbeth? Methinks thou wast suffering from melancholy madness.
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