If Macbeth had not been doomed but blessed, his soliloquy might go thus: Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday, Raced by at a stunning rate from age to age, To the final chorus of recorded time; And all our tomorrows will illumine sages The way to Paradise. Burn, burn, eternal flame! Life's more than a soaring Phoenix; a master player, That enchants and inspires his years upon the stage, And then is heard in eternity: it is an epic Told by an Saint, full of beauty, song, and wit, Signifying salvation. Best, Eric ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html