At hearing this, their pity arose for the speaker,
My admiration for him grew.
I want these words written on my arm,
where everyone can see them.
I don't want them to make people sad.
I don't want to stop enjoying it.
"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"
Shakespeare
Macbeth (V, v)
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