Oh, wait. What?
I don’t get it.
Wait, are you wearing that same suit in your profile pic?
He’s your density, I mean, your destiny.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.” Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words, Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
I can think of many things to call Mr. Glover … but Saint?
I know! He’s not even dead yet.
He’s not? Well … career on life-support, perhaps. I can’t really say that, though, ’cause I don’t watch enough TV or movies to follow anyone’s career. For all I know, he could be narrating some show on Discovery or in a recurring role on some Oxygen original series.
Nice. What Imean by that is LUUUUUUUUV it. Keep em coming crescat!
Crispin Glover, how dreamy…
Maybe he should hang out with the fabulous Metanoia Films.
This is just about the coolest thing I’ve ever seen on a Catholic blog.
And yes, I know I’m posting a comment, like, a dozen days too late. Still…awesome…