"It doesn't look good, James."
"Right. I think we're fucked, Alan."
"Fancy a burger and beer at the Swamp?"
"Sure thing! Let's scamper!"
"Another way of putting it is when, you know, I'm busy and Nancy is busy with our mop cleaning up somebody else’s mess –- we don’t want somebody sitting back saying, you're not holding the mop the right way. Why don’t you grab a mop, why don’t you help clean up. You're not mopping fast enough. That's a socialist mop. Grab a mop –- let’s get to work."
- our President
Disheartened, tired with small flame of hope needs more that "grab the mop,"
“Quite a discipline, to get words to trickle without fanning them with a feather or stirring them with a silver spoon. To learn to wait, wait patiently, like a bird of prey, even though the flies were biting like mad and the birds chirping insanely. Before Abraham was….Yes, before the Olympian Goethe, before the great Shakespeare, before the divine Dante or the immortal Homer, there was the Voice and the Voice was with every man. Man has never lacked for words. The difficulty arose only when man forced the words to do his bidding. Be still, and wait the coming of the Lord! Erase all thought, observe the still movement of the heavens! All is flow and movement, light and shadow. What is more still than a mirror, the frozen glassiness of glass—yet what frenzy, what fury, its still surface can yield!”
— Henry Miller, “Nexus,” p. 243
Oumbie, a 17 year-old silverback, is large and in charge at the Twycross Zoo in Leicestershire. An apparent master of flirty noises and he's already "got to work."