Versatile mind

'To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time [...]' - The Tragedy of Macbeth, Shakespeare (act 5, scene 5) 
This is what love is like. I totally adore this tragedy. Nice. People, read it. Oh, and by the way I bought it from the local library, for 10 cents, wouldn't have guessed that right?