The True Beginning of our End

Friday again, old friends. And to each his own, in the spirit of Churchill's line to Diefenbaker upon learning that he was a teetotaler, but not a prohibitionist: "Well then, you hurt only yourself." One wonders if the Chief responded with a similar (or even the identical?) quip.

More political shenanigans underway tonight, just across the river. We go by bus and ferry. Now only debating whether to return home and don more business-like attire - all things considered I'd rather keep the Guinness rugby shirt on, but something tells me I could use the credibility of the suit as the evening wears on (surely) into an incoherence that our man Quince might appreciate:

Enter QUINCE for the Prologue

Prologue
If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,
But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to contest you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That you should here repent you,
The actors are at hand and by their show
You shall know all that you are like to know.

THESEUS
This fellow doth not stand upon points.

LYSANDER
He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
enough to speak, but to speak true.

HIPPOLYTA
Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.

THESEUS
His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

Like a tangled chain, eh? Here's hoping we get in to see the speeches of this race, though none expected to be remarkable, to observe the dreams of some resilient contenders. And if not - at least ye olde hospitality suites await thereafter. To another glorious TFI then.