The 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 remember reading these lines as a High School student. I was amazed at the ideas Shakespeare presented, the beauty of the metaphors, the strange new way of viewing life. On reading this now there is none of that fascination for the artistry.
What I now read is a precise description of reality as I know it to be, a satisfying statement of truth.
1 comment:
I feel the same thing as if I have no fixed standpoint, no fixed coordinates. My opinions are always changing.
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