3 Sep
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ brow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
All the world’s a stage is the phrase that begins a famous monologue from William Shakespeare’s As You Like It, spoken by the melancholy Jaques. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a man’s life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man: infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childhood, "sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything". It is one of Shakespeare’s most frequently-quoted passages. 

 The above passage is the very first thing I thought of when I awoke yesterday morning, after sleeping almost 15 hrs (trying to get a grip on things, no pun intended). I hope this clarifies a few things to people who may be melancholy today or perhaps troubled in some way. And by the way, Seth, we all have our addictions in one way or another, but I find if we can get a handle on them, and are left to open the door ourselves, rather than letting it swing open on its own, and by this I mean having & using some form of "control", IT’S ALL GOOD (which is one of eez most peeved expressions, haha). I’ll catch up on all of you just as soon as I make this first pot of coawfee here!

I wish for you all to have a better-than-good day, come what may


4 Responses to “EXIT STAGE LEFT”

  1. JENNALACEY September 4, 2009 at 4:19 pm #


  2. Unknown September 5, 2009 at 3:28 am #

    Hey you…. You used my name in your entry! ::Seth blushes:: Cool! I knew that I would make it big one day. :o) Thank you for the few minutes of fame.

  3. Unknown September 5, 2009 at 3:40 am #

    PS…. Thank you for the kind words and words of encouragement. What can I say? Free porn on the internet is to blame. Just joking of course! ::Seth bows head and walks away………. fast:: If the world\’s a stage, I\’m in trouble. I tend to like to play the role of court jester too much. My Tony Award is still just a dream. But there\’s always the Oscars, right?

  4. Unknown September 5, 2009 at 3:42 am #

    I love Shakespearian plays. Edgar Allen Poe is right up there in ranking, and I love his works dearly, but my favorite Shakespeare plays beat my favorite Poe stories.Here\’s hoping that you are keeping well. ENJOY your weekend.

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