Because tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time. It's all just another day, one after the other, a succession of tomorrows; tomorrow may be another day, but it's still just another day, no cause for optimism or hope. Bard Bill had a way of seeing monotony in the miraculous.
Passing Time
Passing Time
Passing Time
Because tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time. It's all just another day, one after the other, a succession of tomorrows; tomorrow may be another day, but it's still just another day, no cause for optimism or hope. Bard Bill had a way of seeing monotony in the miraculous.