Watching Charlie Rose right now. He’s interviewing Patrick Stewart regarding his “critically acclaimed” portrayal of MacBeth. Fifteen years after Mrs. Carter made me memorize this:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
I still don’t know what it means. Never did. But I sure as heck memorized it. I can’t help but think of Conor Oberst with his much more significant:
“Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
And so I don’t have them to blame.”
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