To Be a Pilgrim
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a teenaged male facing the hour of his examination has his own unique perspective on the amount of labour done to date and the amount yet remaining…
Next week is the Year 11 GCSE Maths exam. This week, J has been helping Jnr ‘revise’.
Dog has been under the table. Bel has been eating chocolate.
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Version I: The Delusion
According to Pilgrim’s Progress:
Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.
Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.
Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.
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J: I’m trying to help you
Jnr: Well you’re not, Dad. You’re not helping AT ALL!
J: If you would just listen…
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Version II:The Reality
According to St Simpsons:
They fight! And bite!
They fight and bite and fight!
Fight fight fight! Bite bite bite!
The Itchy and Scratchy Show!
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