To find the strength not to strike back When all of Honour must fiercely claim Its right to be heard, and so set straight the glittering twists of a calculated lie is more than should be asked of the ardent heart! Or of a mind by now quite skilled enough in the high rhetonic of self-defence. . . . I open my mouth. And breath -- as if hot from a boil within of righteous wrath -- comes jetting up to the very brim -- O faint!m Almost too faint to be caught! Only just heard. And just in time (as a called-to child is stopped short by a voice that has cradled all it knows) to halt in one room, at this tindered hour my firebrand word. My act of war.