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"In a mean abode in the Shankill Road
lived a man named William Bloat.
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Now he had a wife,
the plague of his life...
:37:06
who continually got his goat.
:37:08
And one day at dawn
with her night shift on...
:37:10
he slit her bloody throat."
:37:14
- Oh, and it gets worse.
- Do you wanna hear a real poem?
:37:16
- Want this?
- All right? No, I don't need it.
You take it.
:37:19
- What, did you bring one?
- You memorized a poem?
:37:21
I didn't memorize a poem.
Move up.
:37:23
- An original piece by Charlie Dalton.
- An original piece.
:37:26
- Take centre stage.
- You know this is history.
:37:28
Right? This is history.
:37:37
- Oh, wow.
- Where did you get that?
:37:40
- Where did you get that?
- Whoa.
:37:42
"Teach me to love?
:37:45
Go teach thyself more wit.
:37:47
l, chief professor, am of it.
:37:50
The god of love,
if such a thing there be...
:37:53
may learn to love from me."
:37:56
Wow! Did you write that?
:38:03
Abraham Cowley.
:38:04
Okay, who's next?
:38:06
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
:38:09
"Come, my friends.
:38:11
'Tis not too late
to seek a newer world.
:38:14
For my purpose holds
to sail beyond the sunset.
:38:17
And though we are not now
that strength which in old days...
:38:21
moved earth and heaven...
:38:23
that which we are, we are.
:38:25
One equal temper of heroic hearts...
:38:30
made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will.
:38:33
To strive, to seek, to find...
:38:38
and not to yield."
:38:41
"Then I had religion.
Then I had a vision.
:38:44
I could not turn from
their revel in derision.
:38:47
Then I saw the Congo
creeping through the black...
:38:49
cutting through the forest
with a golden track."
:38:52
- Then I saw the Congo
creeping through the black...
- Meeks. Meeks.
:38:54
cutting through the forest
with a golden track.
:38:57
Then I saw the Congo
creeping through the black...
:38:59
cutting through the forest
with a golden track.