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#Year52 I embrace the change rolling over us. I welcome the shattering of constructs and paradigms, even as I don't understand everything happening. I am a dinosaur waiting for the meteor, but not without a certain wistful longing for an idealized past that never existed.
"Hooper was no romantic. He had not as a child ridden with Rupert's horse or sat among the camp fires at Xanthus-side...Hooper had wept often, but never for Henry's speech on St Crispin's Day, nor for the epitaph at Thermopylae. The history they had taught him had had few battles in it but, instead, a profusion of detail about humane legislation and recent industrial change. Gallipoli, Balaclava, Quebec, Lepanto, Bannockburn, Roncevales, and Marathon-these, and the Battle in the West where Arthur fell, and a hundred such names whose trumpet-notes, even then in my sere and lawless state, called to me irresistibly across the intervening years with all the clarity and strength of boyhood, sounded in vain to Hooper." -- Brideshead Revisted