by aurumlupus » Mon May 14, 2012 1:46 pm
Dakota parked his truck a few blocks away, not wanting to get stuck in the traffic leaving later. He walked over to the fair, and almost instantly regretted coming. There was a ton of people here. He sighed, mustering up the courage to go in and try to have fun.
"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."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."