Friends, South Africans, countrymen, lend me your funny bones;
I come to greet Arnie, not to subdue him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hearts;
So let it be with Arnie. The fuzzy Ivan
Hath told you Arnie was gentle:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Arnie answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Ivan and the rest–
For Ivan is a thoughtful man;
So are they all, all thoughtful men–
Come I to speak in Arnie’s funeral.
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