The entire line is: "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood/ Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather/ The multitudinous seas incarnadine,/ Making the green one red."
Macbeth, act II, sc. ii
Macbeth had just killed the King and was just a wee bit shaky. Fortunately, his wife had a pair of solid brass ones and kept him in line to meet his fate.
What this has to do with my blog I've no idea. This is my favorite play and it's a cool line.
Your blogger will try to preserve this space for serious topics, such as: the disintegration of the Republican Party.
