lomocam
06-18-2006, 08:18 PM
:cold: uh oh.
i've been cracking my head open over this one, and i thought this was the best place to find an answer.
i was wondering what theme this quote illustrates, and what important literary devices are used. i could come up with: the theme is appearance vs. reality (someone please correct me on this :confused: ..) and the literary devices are repetition ("tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow"), metaphor/imagery (??) and foreshadowing ("the way to dusty death"). but i'm not sure if any of this is entirely correct.
can anyone help me out on this one? thanks muchly guys!
"She should have died hereafter;
there would have been time for such a word.
tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdarys are 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 V, SC V, 16-27)
i've been cracking my head open over this one, and i thought this was the best place to find an answer.
i was wondering what theme this quote illustrates, and what important literary devices are used. i could come up with: the theme is appearance vs. reality (someone please correct me on this :confused: ..) and the literary devices are repetition ("tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow"), metaphor/imagery (??) and foreshadowing ("the way to dusty death"). but i'm not sure if any of this is entirely correct.
can anyone help me out on this one? thanks muchly guys!
"She should have died hereafter;
there would have been time for such a word.
tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdarys are 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 V, SC V, 16-27)