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.
How well do you know this characters?.I had thought they will never grow old.....life.
Men and women were never created to be equal from the start. Both parties have their roles and responsibilities hence seeking for equality means reducing the in-built capacity of each other.
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