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Friday, 08 May 2009


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"... if he spells it out now at least a section of the electorate will remember that he was honest and straightforward and, to quote a saying of our 'cousins', he told it like it was!"


Let's try it out for size then, shall we?

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Now that fitted Maggie down to the last detail... except, of course, for that last line!

But call me Dave?

Start praying.

I'm not so sure about that last line - it was said at the time that she had bigger balls than anyone else in the cabinet!

What a terrific poem that is, thank you for reminding me of it.

My pleasure. In the culture wars, 'If' is the anti-'Imagine', imho...

Anything is the anti-Imagine even Stockhausen at a pinch, er, of the nose that is!

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