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- UK hate preacher Bakri paid cash for his daughter's boob job
- Bridget Jones generation 'to blame for breakdown of the family'
- Traces of toxic anti-cancer drugs in tap water could prove fatal to unborn babies
- Coming to Britain - the Australian flu virus that has already killed hundreds
- Pharmacists give wrong advice to almost half of customers, watchdog claims
- Lifestyle lessons to replace academic subjects in schools
- UK "moral duty" to "spread democracy" throughout the world
- Lynx and boars may once again roam free in Scottish Highlands
- UK has become more corrupt
- Woman arrested over 'golly' doll
- UK cuts in CO2 are woefully inadequate
- Church makes ‘ludicrous’ apology to Charles Darwin - 126 years after his death
- Leading scientist urges teaching of creationism in schools
- Cleared: Jury decides that threat of global warming justifies breaking the law
- Universities are not "engines for promoting social justice"
- Call for 'black schools'
- Pollution can make you fat, study claims
- Down wiv school: children are best educated at home
"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 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 and fury,
Signifying nothing."
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 and fury,
Signifying nothing."
From William Shakespeare's "Macbeth"