<span>by William Shakespeare (excerpt)
DUKE. Say it, Othello.
OTHELLO. Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still question'd me the story of my life
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass'd.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days
To the very moment that he bade me tell it:
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my travels' history;
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speak—such was the process—
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline;
But still the house affairs would draw her thence,
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse;</span>
WHAT IS REFLECTION ?
<u>the throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat, or sound without absorbing it.</u>
I KNOW ABOUT REFLECTION BUT NOT ABOUT MOM REFLECTION
A bad penny always turns up
A barking dog never bites
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
A cat may look at a king
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link
A change is as good as a rest
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.