Ah yes, Independence Day! No one really wants to be independent – Jane, Chelle, Jill, (even Paige) all want to have someone to depend on and, in turn, be depended on. The whole desperate scene somehow reminds me of Shakespeare’s Macbeth:“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,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.”
Ah yes, Independence Day! No one really wants to be independent – Jane, Chelle, Jill, (even Paige) all want to have someone to depend on and, in turn, be depended on. The whole desperate scene somehow reminds me of Shakespeare’s Macbeth:“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,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.”