This civic throne of leaders, this septic isle,This dearth of majesty, this seat of Bob,
This other chamber, semi-paradise,
This fortress built by a Leader for himself
Against defection and the hand of law,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious chair set by the silver sea,
Which serves us in the office for us all?
Or as a moat defensive to the group,
Against, less envy of the happier lands,--
This blessed blot, this dirt, this realm, this Thanet.
Robert The Unborn of Thanet Act 2 scene 1
Sorry about that I am loosing patience waiting for council to respond to my questions about the local leadership consultation.
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