Bluster

In Father Curley's English class, we read a couple of Shakespearean plays. It was the first time I experienced Macbeth, and it has been my favorite ever since that first reading. One of our assignments was to memorize these lines from Act 5. I still know them by heart. I have often quoted the lines and others from this play, as I go through my daily living, often with zany references. I have a lot of fun with it. 

The other morning, when I pulled over to capture this scene with the wind blustering away, 'full of sound and fury signifying nothing' was echoing in my head. 

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.

Act 5 Scene 5 Macbeth