Last WordBy Michael C. Russell | Monday, May 19, 2008
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours. Be smarter than other people, just don’t tell them so. The genius of the American system is that through freedom we have created extraordinary results from plain ordinary people. The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase. Democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts and murders itself. There was never a democracy that did not commit suicide.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. A University should be a place of light, of liberty, and of learning. April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. Summer has no day...summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth. I am every day more convinced that we women, if we are to be good women, feminine and amiable and domestic, are not fitted to reign; at least it is they that drive themselves to the work which it entails. Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule, and both commonly succeed, and are right. The hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning. Each generation goes further than the generation preceding it because it stands on the shoulders of that generation. You will have opportunities beyond anything we’ve ever known. My old man had a philosophy. Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy. If you owe your bank a hundred pounds, you have a problem. But if you owe a million, it has. |
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