I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
We need somebody who's got the heart, the empathy - and that's the I'll be selecting my judges.