A tweet commenting on the wet, bedraggled few who were marching
@RichGoodspeed
its actually quite a poignant picture, like a search party wandering into the fog.
The geriatric children of Empire, muttering to their long dead fathers, bewildered and angry, searching for the phantoms of a dream that was never real.
a poignant picture indeed. But the thing in the shadow of which the fathers of these bewildered dotards were born was very real, even if it resembled a dream. It was the biggest Empire the world has ever known. It collapsed so suddenly too.
At the time the consort of the present monarch was born, the Empire was at its greatest extent. It has undergone complete disintegration in the course of a single lifetime. As if Trajan had been alive up to the days of Augustulus. No wonder these marchers are bewildered and muttering to their fathers. They have a lot to mutter about, and even more to be bewildered about.