Allusion

dramaticarts.usc.edu/macbeth

Tomorrow & the next & the next,

slithers in at a piddling pace from this moment to the next;

Till the last letter of history;

And all our journeys are pockmarked by enlightened conmen

The path down a dusty cliff. Then gone, gone, fleeting flame!

Existence is a mere shadow, a blind actor,

That parades & swaggers their hour in the spotlight,

And then is heard of never again.

It is a tale, told by a fool, full of rumble and rage,

not meaning a thing.

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