The Judgment Day
Sitting in this waiting room for more than about a day or two of the earthly time measures, Macbeth started to feel bored especially after the two other persons who were waiting with him have been called from the other room. Gazing at the ceiling, which seemed to have no color, Macbeth heard footsteps coming form the same door he entered two days ago. An old blind man came in led by one of those fierce angels, which Macbeth keeps meeting since they woke him up from his grave. After several failing attempts by Macbeth to make noise so to show the blind man that he's not the only one in this room, Macbeth goes to sit in the chair next to this new visitor and starts a conversation, hoping to break the boredom of the past days. Macbeth: You should make yourself comfortable here. You are going to spend some time in this room, until one of the guardian angels would call your name and lead you to the next room. Oedipus, disturbed by the voice, not knowing that there was someone else with him in the same room, moved his head to the direction of the voice.Oedipus: How long have you been waiting here? I really can't wait anymore.Macbeth: I've been here for about a day or two. But for
And when the chance came to do so she forced me. They both shaped the path for me to go through. The door flung open and two fierce angels entered and called Macbeth's name. He stood and went to the door, knowing that resistance won't do him any good now. I should have listened to Tiresias, the blind prophet. I should have gone with my life as it was. I couldn't stop after coming so close to the truth. Although Oedipus can't see Macbeth, he has this deep feeling that this man was a very strong and powerful one on earth. I should have believed them from the beginning.
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