"When you put together things that other people have thrown out, you're really bringing them to life - a spiritual life that surpasses the life for which they where originally created."
Louise Nevelson
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All the World's a Stage...
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts.
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning ace, creeping like snail, unwillingly to school.
And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier, full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lined, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays the part.
The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide for his shrunk shank and his big manly voice. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sand everything.
William Shakespeare, 1599
6/7/11
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