Hey everyone. This is my travelblog. I will be posting entries (and lots of pictures) on here from my trip to Ireland starting on Apr. 11, 2006. This is also my final project for Advisory class at school. I probably won't be logging on to myspace for a long time, or my normal e-mail, so send me a comment. Thanks!
Blessed be,
Gracie


Portia: How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice
Act V, sc. I

Malvolio: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Twelfth Night
Act II, sc. V

Macbeth: 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 V, sc. V

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