September 25, 2013

Following another test failure, Macbeth ponders his pitiful code. In desperation he implores the overlooked callback to invoke itself.

SEYTON

The tests, my lord, have failed.

MACBETH

I should have used a promise;



There would have been an object ready made.



Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,



Loops o'er this petty code in endless mire,



To the last iteration of recorded time;



And all our tests have long since found



Their way to dusty death. Shout, shout, brief handle!



Thine’s but a ghoulish shadow, an empty layer



That waits in vain to play upon this stage;



And then is lost, ignored. Yours is a tale



Told by an idiot, full of orphaned logic



Signifying nothing.

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Original text:

SEYTON

The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH

She should have died hereafter;



There would have been a time for such a word.



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



And then is heard no more. It is a tale



Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury



Signifying nothing. — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

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