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Tue Mar 24 13:14:15 ART 2009

"If" by Rudyard Kipling

The past saturday I remembered a sentence I've heard from Grampa Simpon in the early seasons. I didn't remember the complete sentence, just something like

"if you can take all your winnings and risk it all 
on one roulette number and lose, and start again 
and never breath a word about your lost. The world 
is yours and everything is on it."

Just another excelent quote that come out from the Simpsons.

Well after a little search on the Internet, I found, it was part of a very well known poem from Rudyard Kipling, who was a nobel prize winner and also author of The Book of the Jungle. I found the complete poem, so I decided to posted here because it is very nice and pleasant. Also because I wanted a fast place to find it again.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Who can say now TV isn't culture.


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