The thing is, ladies and gentlemen I can’t do justice to the civil war. I can’t do justice to the pain of the north, or the pain of the south. I can’t do justice to the strife and the turmoil of the in-between times. I couldn’t tell you that it has initiated liberty (well maybe it has, but I wouldn’t know). I can’t pull up any documents to back me up, because I have too many other things to do. I can’t even really write this, now. I could write it later.
There’s the rub. I won’t want to do this later. I won’t want to do this tomorrow, I or in 3 years. When I’m old, and gray, burned out and downtrodden, I still think that I would rather be baking bread, and getting past what is going on at the present time. I think that, maybe I will watch the Civil War in a movie. I’m sorry to disappoint you Mr. K. If you need to fail me out of your class, I would understand.