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Stumpage Reports
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Wednesday, July 23, 2003 :::
Bill Shakespeare Stuff
I've been kind of dry for blog material the last couple days. I wanted to do another quiz: "Rumsfeld or Retard?" and compare quotes from Donald Rumsfeld and the Faulknerian Idiot Man Child narrator of The Sound and the Fury, but I couldn't make it work.
Thinking about this brought me to my favorite Shakespeare soliloquy from the end of Macbeth and how many book titles have come from this one speech. Having this as your favorite Shakespeare soliloquy is kind of like saying Hey Jude is your favorite Beatles song.
But that doesn't matter, here's my favorite Shakespeare soliloquy complete with (non-Amazon whenever possible) links to all the book titles people have stolen from it.
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.
---- Macbeth, Act V, scene V.
Current Favorite Beatles Song:
Everybody's Got Someting to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey.
::: posted by tom at 12:51 PM
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