Quickly I rushed down the stairs, I knew I was cutting it fine: two minutes to go.
Would I make it up the stairs?
I rushed a conversation with Paul, trying to ask him whether he could do something for me and explain what that was. One minute to go, I ran up two flights of stairs.
Argh time. Should I stop or join the rest?
If I go in quietly I thought… so as I walked back into the office I heard the first bars of Lennon’s Imagine. It looked promising but everyone just seemed to keep going at their business.
People frantically typed e-mails, discussed lay-outs, had mini-meetings at their desks.
As quickly and quietly as I could, I walked into the storage room.
One minute left and as somebody followed me in and looked at different proofs, I finally stood still in front of the freezer and hoping that capitalism hadn’t completely taken my soul, I remembered them.
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
– Wilfred Owen