Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Macbeth

My hands are of your colour, but I shame to wear a heart so white. Macbeth. Act II. Scene II.

Sometimes the colour of the hands is different from the colour of the heart. Sometimes, out of weakness or decision, our hands get dirty. But somehow, through an impeccable mental and intelectual process, we manage to keep our heart white. That is a type of art. A moral one.

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