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You Say Tomorrow and I say Hello-oo!
Mr. Friedman has apparently been sifting through the entrails of Boston Red Sox fans. One may not like MacBeth, but he does call 'em like he sees 'em.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.