Out, Out Brief Candle

"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. 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 5, Sc 5

Couldn't let the 400th anniversary of the Bard's death pass without a mention. Wonder if he ever thought his tales and words would still be heard 400 years later, rather than just an hour of strutting and fretting?


On a more prosaic note, I watched my last hour and a half of Yeovil strutting their stuff on the Huish Park stage for this season (we're on holiday in a fortnight's time when the last home game of the season is on) this afternoon and they gave a very creditable account of themselves, matching the new League 2 Champions, Northampton, in an entertaining 1-1 draw.