| Friday, 10 August 2007 |
| alas, earwax! |
"It is my earnest hope that pondering upon the past may give guidance in days to come, enable a new generation to repair some of the errors of former years, and thus govern, in accordance with the needs and glory of man, the awful unfolding scene of the future." - Sir Winston Spencer Churchill
And that my friends, is an extract from the preface of the book 'The Gathering Storm' which is the first volume of a series of six books chronicling the Second World War, which incidentally, is written by the famous man himself.
I find it a fitting start to this entry, a quote by my most idolised Historical figure, a great man, a great source of inspiration for this lamented soul.
Alas, with 16 demerit points and 1 immediate failure, I have not succeeded in attaining my driver's license!
But today's failure would be tomorrow's success, and heed Churchill's words I shall, and I shall endeavor to learn from my unfortunate mistakes, so that when the time comes for me to meet the testers again, I shall do so with vengeance!
And it shall be I! Not them! Who draws first blood in our next battle! And they shall learn to fear me! To cry out in pain and despair! So cry my lamented souls!
CRY! CRY "GOD FOR HARRY! ENGLAND! AND ST. GEORGE!"
I shall not bother to recount my misadventure on the driving circuit, because it brings me great pain, and annoyance to relive it. But I am sure many of you have heard tidings of it by now, so pray, do not pity the dead! Pity the living instead!
And let us forget the unfortunate event, for it does us no good to dwell on thoughts of the dead and memories of the long forsaken past! Let us instead, unite our thoughts and soul, to forge better days ahead.
I am currently in the midst of reading 'The Second World War' by Sir Winston Churchill, which is a behemoth of a book, but incidentally, something I have always wanted to read.
I must also take the opportunity here to thank my dear friend Alex for his sudden new found generosity, for it is by virtue of his generous spirit (and sudden burgeoning wealth!) that I am able to receive this amazing book as a belated birthday gift.
(AND NOW, to revert out of my Dumbledore-ish/insane wizard mode back into normal mode!)
Sir Winston Churchill, is my hero.
There's no doubt about it. He has been, and will always be, the one Historical figure that I so constantly look up to.
He is the embodiment of sheer grit and determination, of rousing oratory and literary skill, of utmost chivalry and courage, of boldness, daring and audacity. He was a Giant among statesmen, a legend of our time.
He is the man that I've always dreamed and hoped to be, the man that represents so much, a kind of ideal, of what it is to be a Brit (what can I say? I've been an Anglophile all my bloody life!).
There's something Gryffindor-ish about him, and I think, inwardly, I've always lamented the fact that I don't have that much boldness and courage in me.
Sometimes I feel there's too much Ravenclaw rationality in my head; life would be so much easier if I didn't have to always think and consider this and that before doing something, compared to just identifying the problem and taking the plunge, head on.
'The Second World War' is over a thousand pages long. I'm only at page 10, but so far, it has proven to be such a fascinating read. Churchill's narrative skills and mastery of the English language is awe-inspiring.
Its amazing how something like recounting History, which in the hands of a lesser writer, could have turned long and dull, have ended up becoming so rich, dramatic and exhilarating. His words are thought-provoking and image-invoking. Its such a pleasure to read it.
I feel like I'm this close to the man. And feeling the weight of his wisdom and words bearing down on me.Labels: driving, literature, quotes, randomness |
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