But I remember now
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly.

But if we fail -

If you're curious about me, why not buy the book about me at an independent bookstore for Independent Bookstore Day? Screw your courage to the local book-buying place!

This song slaps! (Oh, and "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" or whatever.)

Is anyone willing to grade all these essays about me? The blood symbolizes guilt, we know! O, o, o! Full of scorpions is my mind, dear reader! Also, I need coffee.

Bleed, bleed, poor country!

Send out more horses. Skirr the country round.

Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself.

Hey, it's Macbeth! I'm trying out this social networking thing. Wish me luck...