LOL.
Dearest Andrea:
Don’t quit your day job.
Love,
RWKJ
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 foolsThe 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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing–William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
*UPenn, 1967