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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Department</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve hundred million men are spread<br>About this Earth, and I and You<br>Wonder, when You and I are dead,<br>&quot;What will those luckless millions do?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None whole or clean, &quot; we cry, &quot;or free from stain<br>Of favour.&quot; Wait awhile, till we attain<br>The Last Department where nor fraud nor fools,<br>Nor grade nor greed, shall trouble us again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear, Favour, or Affection -- what are these<br>To the grim Head who claims our services?<br>I never knew a wife or interest yet<br>Delay that pukka step, miscalled &quot;decease&quot;;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When leave, long overdue, none can deny;<br>When idleness of all Eternity<br>Becomes our furlough, and the marigold<br>Our thriftless, bullion-minting Treasury</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Transferred to the Eternal Settlement,<br>Each in his strait, wood-scantled office pent,<br>No longer Brown reverses Smith's appeals,<br>Or Jones records his Minute of Dissent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And One, long since a pillar of the Court,<br>As mud between the beams thereof is wrought;<br>And One who wrote on phosphates for the crops<br>Is subject-matter of his own Report.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These be the glorious ends whereto we pass --<br>Let Him who Is, go call on Him who Was;<br>And He shall see the mallie steals the slab<br>For currie-grinder, and for goats the grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A breath of wind, a Border bullet's flight,<br>A draught of water, or a horse's firght --<br>The droning of the fat Sheristadar <br>Ceases, the punkah stops, and falls the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For you or Me. Do those who live decline<br>The step that offers, or their work resign?<br>Trust me, To-day's Most Indispensables,<br>Five hundred men can take your place or mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Wonder, when You and I are dead,
&quot;What will those luckless millions do?&quot;

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Of favour.&quot; Wait awhile, ti..."></div>
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