That’s right.
Poobah.
Make no mistake about it.

I was never a big fan of Douglas MacArthur
but I have to admit the man could write:

“The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished, tone and tint. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears, and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen vainly, but with thirsty ears, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory, always I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country. Today marks my final roll call with you, but I want you to know that when I cross the river my last conscious thoughts will be of The Corps, and The Corps, and The Corps. I bid you farewell.”
– General Douglas MacArthur,
to the cadets at West Point in 1962,
shortly before he died.

Here’s another guy who could write:

“Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; flashes of wit pop up like sharpshooters; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink.”

– Honore de Balzac, on writing

 

 —–Original Message—–

From: Scott Campbell
Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 10:31 PM
To: Coordinator@WizardAcademy.org
Subject: To Roy
 
I have just finished “Secret Formulas” for the 4th time back to back to back to back and just now found the last page that has the website listed. Here, I thought I was so smart from reading your book. Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you. I’m starting it over again.

Scott Campbell

Lima, Ohio

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