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.
This little brouhaha , discussed in an earlier post, died a quiet death over the week of spring break. The continued existence of the College of Charleston’s historic Randolph Hall won out over the demands of students and faculty who were either opposed to the ‘removal’ of the damaging trees or offended by their lack of ‘participation’ in the planning process.
A collage, if you will, of photos…
From 1940….note the clean lines and magnificent view.
A recent photo, with magnolias encroaching on the building.
Recently invigorated Randolph Hall, restored to its former grandeur. Calm has returned to the campus, with all concerned parties now seemingly aware that exams are just a few short weeks away.
Your flippant comments do not represent the truth. The trees are not forgotten, they are mourned by many (exams or not.) Your idea of grandeur looks very much to me like a psychiatric institution, which is exactly where some of its inhabitants belong.
I see. A view opposite yours signifies insanity. What a reasoned, rational observation. Touche’.