All the world's a puzzle;arutlev kirjand
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
(W. Shakespeare)
There lie more answers beneath these poetical phrases than one could ever give when
describing a textbook just like the actors, we seek for knowledge without really finding it
until we've finished the play. Every written piece of paper is something precious it contains
information that can either make our day or totally ruin the mood; that's the secret of all
books
annaabi.ee 
