I'm 1905, but not 1917, I'm a hero, a martyr, and a radical thinker... Who'll never have to test drive the least of his dreams. I've divided up the world into the damned and the saved, and I'll ride to the valleys like the old Light Brigade. I'll straighten my back, and I won't be afraid, and they'll celebrate my death with a national parade.

So come on. Let's be young, let's be crass enough to care. Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again. Then darling, just for one day, we can fight... and we can win. If only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible.