Bea Quotes from Shakespeare
A few days ago, my mother recited these verses from Macbeth:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
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 ...
“Dusty death,” she repeated.
I had the feeling the words have taken on new meaning.