Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day…
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon a stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
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