Wednesday, September 07, 2005

CYRANO vs the Bush Davidians....

Why, I well believe
He dares to mock my nose? Ho! insolent!
(He raises his sword):
What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know
But who fights ever hoping for success?
I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest!
You there, who are you!--You are thousands!
I know you now, old enemies of mine!
(He strikes in air with his sword):
Have at you! Ha! and Compromise!
Prejudice, Treachery!. . .
(He strikes):
Surrender, I?
Parley? No, never! You too, Folly,--you?
I know that you will lay me low at last;
Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!
(He makes passes in the air, and stops, breathless):
You strip from me the laurel and the rose!
Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing
I hold against you all, and when, to-night,
I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,
Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,
One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,
I bear away despite you.

(He springs forward, his sword raised; it falls from his hand; he staggers, falls back into the arms of Le Bret and Ragueneau.)

ROXANE (bending and kissing his forehead):
'Tis?. . .

CYRANO (opening his eyes, recognizing her, and smiling):

Why Cyrano? He died, unloved, but understanding that he fought for the things that he loved and believed in. His honor kept him pure.

I want to remember that when the Bush Davidians try to sweep the truth of their massive disgrace under the carpet with their so-called "investigations".

I want to remember what I'm fighting for when I despair like I did today.


Blogger Meander said...

MY PANACHE is often translated as "my white plume"; the plume from his hat.

September 07, 2005 10:05 PM  

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