I believe that those who participate will be rewarded and find that they have spent the evening both pleasantly and profitably. Some lines from the St Crispin's Day soliloquy from Shakespeare's Henry V come to mind:
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
Forgive my theatrical excess-- I needed to do something a bit outrageous to cheer me up on this cold, damp, sullen winter day.
Byron
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