why has the famous quote "Tomorrow, 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 his hour upon the stage/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury/ Signifying nothing" fasinated people?
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