Sound and fury, signifying nothing
William Rivers Pitt blogged the Coronation today -
I am privileged to post this little snip from his
page from yesterday - Please check his InauguralBlog
for more about the event - Happily, he tells us that
a large, young antiwar protest movement was present,
pelting the hearse-like limos with fruit and snowballs.
Wednesday 19 January 2005 @ 06:48
A few minutes ago, I was staring out the window of the apartment where I am squatting here in DC, thanks to the kindness of friends. All of a sudden, the sky above the District erupted in a firestorm of light and thunder that glittered off the windows of the buildings and lit the underside of the low-hanging clouds. It was the fireworks display taking place in front of the White House, marking the opening of the inauguration festivities. Not long after, the Marine One helicopter bumbled across the sky like a pot-bellied bee.
The real fireworks will begin tomorrow. The whole display tonight put me in mind of some lines I once taught to my students, back when I was an English teacher a million years ago.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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.
William Rivers Pitt blogged the Coronation today -
I am privileged to post this little snip from his
page from yesterday - Please check his InauguralBlog
for more about the event - Happily, he tells us that
a large, young antiwar protest movement was present,
pelting the hearse-like limos with fruit and snowballs.
Wednesday 19 January 2005 @ 06:48
A few minutes ago, I was staring out the window of the apartment where I am squatting here in DC, thanks to the kindness of friends. All of a sudden, the sky above the District erupted in a firestorm of light and thunder that glittered off the windows of the buildings and lit the underside of the low-hanging clouds. It was the fireworks display taking place in front of the White House, marking the opening of the inauguration festivities. Not long after, the Marine One helicopter bumbled across the sky like a pot-bellied bee.
The real fireworks will begin tomorrow. The whole display tonight put me in mind of some lines I once taught to my students, back when I was an English teacher a million years ago.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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.
