Memories of Macbeth

"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"

Read this line today in someone's signature file, and it brought back memories of Macbeth from my ICSE/ISCE days..

How uncanny is it, that I came back to post something on my blog, *exactly* one year later? Hmm..