Hey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's
enlarged my mind. He's a poet warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes
he'll, uh, well, you'll say hello to him, right? And he'll just walk right by
you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll
throw you in a corner, and he'll say do you know that if is the middle word
in life? 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, I mean
I'm no, I can't, I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's, he's a great man.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent
seas . I mean, what are they gonna' say, man, when he's gone, huh? 'Cause he
dies, when it dies, man. When it dies, he dies. What are they gonna' say
about him, what, are they gonna' say 'He was a kind man', 'He was a wise
man', 'He had plans', 'He had wisdom'? Bullshit, man!!!
