The story soars, sweeps down to earth; the writing is smooth-winged and hard as a rock. The love-making overflows, not with physical exercise, but with love, is sensuous and ideally meaningful, and beautiful. The drama is tough, the characters life-and-death choices tougher, the ending a spectacular flight. The songs are a glory all their own. This was a highly stimulating, thoughtful, and enjoyable read.
I re-wrote “The Impossible Dream” right after finishing the book.
The Improbable Dream
To dream the improbable dream,
To fight every beatable foe,
To bear with just bearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare to go.
To right the self-rightable wrong,
To love soul and body not far,
To rise, though my arms seem too weary
And reach the one reachable star.
This is my quest, to capture that star,
Place hands on it wholly, no matter how far,
To fight for the right, without question or pause,
To be willing to march through a hell for an undying cause.
And I know that I’ll go and be true to this glorious quest,
That as long as I’m living and free I will put up my best,
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
And reached the one reachable star!