Scene 1: The day started odd enough. We awoke at the usual time to find the windows fogged as if looking out from an automobile poised on Inspiration Point which contained a labidious couple. However, in this case, the culprit was mother nation rather than natural urges. Over hte course of the night, the rain had stooped and the front passed, bringing in unseasonable warm air. The rain, although reported to linger all day, disapperated by mid morning and the resulting day was both unexpected and welcome. We took full advantage of it.

Scene 2: The somewhat disheveled man stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He felt more human than 15 minutes before but hardly recognized himself when he wiped the steam from the mirror. Dragging a comb through his thinning hair, he straitened up and tried to no avail to pull in him roundness, his memories drifting back to when he was a young and lean figure. The man gathered his robe, and pushed the scale aside, not wanting to hear it’s cruel message. Back in the bedroom, he shuffled through the wardrobe for a clean set of clothes. He quickly discarded his first choice. He knew it would only tell that same tale as the scale to which he had turned a blind eye. Finally he settled on a well warn pair of trousers and wide striped jersey. They may not be the art of manliness but they gave him comfort.

Scene 3: The words of a past generation …

We are met together at a time when great exertions and a high constancy are required from all who cherish and sustain the Liberal cause. Difficulties surround us and dangers threaten from this side and from that. Exultant enemies are gathering: weak friends are nervous or disheartened. Voices are raised in counsels, both equally unwise, of impatience or of lassitude. From such a situation you may emerge triumphant, but to do that there will have to be, in leaders and in followers, shrewd clear plans of action, true stout-hearted comradeship, and unwearying determination.

- Winston Churchill