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Forgive me, England. For though it is an honor to see you being in love with yourself, a new birth always begins with tears. The weekend that I might spend in your land will tear me apart, but there is no choice in that, for such is your desire for a reawakening. We will have a childlike attention to your performance, for it is not the monarch who engages in these activities, but the people, on whom the limelight of civilization will always shine. The attention you bestow upon me makes my heart want to leap with fear, but only god is ever ignored. No matter, for being given attention is a patriotic duty, because it makes you the leaders of knowledge, the beacons of rocketry. Put your hand gently on the book, for it is the symbol of an age long gone, a time when labor went hand in hand with worship. The Romans respected their people so much, that they created a pantheon of gods to represent them with. We need to keep that in mind as we substitute Hephaestus for methuselah, and so on, replacing respect for a god to respect for a species. Strengthen yourself, for it increases your tenderness towards others.