From 'The New York Times' yesterday.
Robert F Kennedy’s speech on the night Martin Luther King was murdered.
Without pretension, without condescension and without recourse to notes — reached back to the Greeks, as he stood that night in the back of a truck, in a struggling neighbourhood of Indianapolis.
Without pretension, without condescension and without recourse to notes — reached back to the Greeks, as he stood that night in the back of a truck, in a struggling neighbourhood of Indianapolis.
“My favourite poet was Aeschylus,” he said, after referring to the killing of his own brother. “He wrote, ‘In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.’
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Such a man would be required nowadays - great speech!
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