08-30-2006, 02:10 PM
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in the Hour of Scampering
Join Date: Jan 2001
Location: Jeffersonville PA (15 mi NW of Philadelphia)
Posts: 4,060
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Originally Posted by Flint
...sometimes I stop and think about the transitory nature of it all . . . our thoughts are recorded only briefly before dropping off the end of a server, somewhere out there...I imagine being an author as one of the most excruciating occupations imaginable.
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Well, Willy certainly knew:
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Originally Posted by W. Shakespeare
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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