"She should have died hereafter; there would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this pretty 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 and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing" (5.5 lines 17-28).


Life has gotten the greater of me and my ambition has done nothing but hurt me. Taking away my wife from my side has hurt me and with her death I see nothing in the life i have lived. Getting this far has done nothing but turned all those against me. I have dug myself into a deeper and deeper hole day in and day out. I will not be suprised if my own life is taken away from me because now life is nothing me.