Like trying to wash blood off of your hands.
Like trying to wash blood off of your hands.
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Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!One; two: why, then
‘tis time to do’t.Hell is murky.Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow’r to accompt?Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Lady Macbeth - Macbeth - Act V, Scene 1