The Silver Trumpet Brayed

So many wheels are turning but it is always the wheel you are not watching which makes that vital move and brings the whole edifice tumbling down.

So now, that edifice which only a day ago seemed so secure is tottering on the edge of destruction. Maybe there is only a little year to go before it falls. And a year is not enough.

Two years, three years better, and I could weather it, but one year, no, it's not enough.

Are these bastards really going to kick me again. At every important point they have kicked me, put their boots in when I could least suffer it, at the start, at the crisis and now again at the end.

posted by Weasel @ 11:36 PM