It Is A Fine Game

The Farther Backward You Can Look, The Farther Forward You Can See.

Who's In Or Out, Who Moves The Grand Machine, Nor Stirs My Curiosity, Or Spleen; Secrets Of State No More I Wish To Know Than Secret Movements Of A Puppet-show; Let But The Puppets Move, I've My Desire, Unseen The Hand Which Guides The Master Wire.

Difficulties Mastered Are Opportunities Won.

With The End Of The Victorian Era, We Passed Into What I Feel I Must Call The Terrible 20th Century

I Look Like A Down-and-out Drunk Who Has Been Picked Out Of The Gutter In The Strand.