Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The 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 tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound a fury,
Signifying nothing.

--Macbeth 5.5.21-30


Peter Douglass McClellan
February 7th, 1948 - October 14th, 2001

For his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed:

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace, amen.

(From your faithful and loving student. May we meet again in Eternal Life.)