For on that shadowed catafalque rests the print of a spirit who when alive seemed to be all things living - who was lover, soldier, artist, wit, master of language and prince of the will, who took fate by the heels and the scruff of the neck and shook it roughly into shape and order, defying its betrayals, indifference and threats, commanding its obedience by obstinacy and bluff, outstaring its masks of disaster till it yielded to victory ad danced to the tune he wanted.
L.Lee, 'The lying in state' Village Christmas and other notes on the English year (2015), 20
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