Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

When I was learning this part fromTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 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 by His hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: It is a tale told by an idiot, Full rom Macbeth. of sound and fury, Sygnifying nothing. So anyway when I was learning it somtimes I would say the part I new. My little sister heard me saying it and would say "today today today."