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“Naturally, the common people don’t want war … but after all it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country.”

Hermann Goering (1893 – 1946)
Commander-in-Chief of the Luftwaffe,
President of the Reichstag,
Prime Minister of Prussia and Hitler’s designated successor –
The second in command of the Third Reich.

Sounds scarily familiar don’t you think?

– knitagirl

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“Bah Humbug!”

i. want. this.

 – knitagirl.

While reading other blogs during my work day, I’ve noticed a recent trend for posting a favourite poem. So in order to keep people happy until I finally manage to blog about what I’ve been upto and my ‘alternative book review’, here’s one of mine (appropriate for this weather I think):

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
                                – Robert Frost.

– knitagirl.

I have a headache and I’m stuck at work with computers that refuse to co-operate. Its days like today that make me wish I still lived here:

Penarth, South Wales

I miss Penarth…. *sigh*

– knitagirl