The final act was never the same after Lady Macbeth bought a hand towel-size ShamWow.
Posted July 4, 2009 at 5:35am in literature
Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past in our time machines.
“Come on, Harry! Cast the spell!” shouted Hermione. Harry tried desperately to conjugate the Latin verb in the subjunctive. The monster roared, killing them.
