Dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
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,
It’s interesting how the impending death of one’s cell phone battery is treated with such exigence. People scramble to and fro looking for chargers, portable batteries, and outlets to plug in their devices. I’m no different.