We Few, We Happy Few…

KING. This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian”:
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.”
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

– William Shakespeare, Henry V

I always love St. Crispin’s Day speeches when they turn up in movies and literature. They’re always rousing and I’m man enough to admit that ten times out of nine, I’ll tear up when I see/hear/read them. I did during Aragorn’s speech in the latest Return of The King movie. I did during William Wallace’s speech during the movie Braveheart. I did during Henry’s speech during Kenneth Branagh’s adaptation of the aforementioned play. Hell, I teared up re-reading this post. Go me!

At any rate, Happy St. Crispin’s Day everyone.

Yes, I am a Snob…

I’m going to blame Shane for this one, as per the norm.

If anyone out there is actually even a little bit surprised at my results I’ll have Shooty and Bang Bang take them out back to make sure they’re the first against the wall when the revolution comes1

You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.

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1 10 Points to anyone who can name this literary reference