In Father Curley's English class, we read a couple of Shakespearean plays. It was the first time I experienced Macbeth, and it has been my favorite ever since that first reading. One of our assignments was to memorize these lines from Act 5. I still know them by heart. I have often quoted the lines and others from this play, as I go through my daily living, often with zany references. I have a lot of fun with it. The other morning, when I pulled over to capture this scene with the wind blustering away, 'full of sound and fury signifying nothing' was echoing in my head. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.Act 5 Scene 5 Macbeth
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