Each of us, buried in our own concerns, burns in his own way the bridge of opportunity as the golden chance looms, passes by, and is forgotten beyond recall. How long must we look back in despair, grimacing with chagrin over glory spurned and life unlived - the true life of strength and courage exemplified by our father's fathers, forsaken by us for the sake of some momentary excuse, some inconsequential injury, some dull pedestrian responsibility? Fie upon such foul sport!
I say thee nay.
The plaintive spectre of dispassion and noncombativeness calls weakly to claim its weekly victims; I reject it utterly. The time has come. Each of us must now rise up and claim the task that is ours by right: the time is set. The cue is straight. The ball is round. The hall awaits!!
WHO THEN NOW WILL FAIL TO HEED THE SUMMONS OF THE CALL TO POOL?????
I say thee nay.
The plaintive spectre of dispassion and noncombativeness calls weakly to claim its weekly victims; I reject it utterly. The time has come. Each of us must now rise up and claim the task that is ours by right: the time is set. The cue is straight. The ball is round. The hall awaits!!
WHO THEN NOW WILL FAIL TO HEED THE SUMMONS OF THE CALL TO POOL?????
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