Even when folks are hitting you over the head, you can't stop marching. Even when they're turning the hoses on you, you can't stop.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession but carrying a banner.
I didn't do the marching down the streets, jumping in front of the lines and holding hands... that wasn't me.
Really, I'm only alive out of curiosity. I'm very curious about where we're all marching.
Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,' he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.
I cannot consent to be led three or four hundred leagues out of my route, without its being by force of arms.
This marched was planned to be non violent and non confrontational, and gladly it stayed that way. What really impressed me was the self discipline of the Black Block.
I tell you, if you're in the front row of the parade and you stop walking, pretty soon you're back in the tuba section. And if you want to lead the parade you've got to keep moving.
Among other things, Marching Band forms state that if my kid starts acting like a li'l jerkface on a trip, Marching Band can call and command me to pick up my li'l jerkface.
Not exactly hit them, but I've restrained a few people.
I can't even touch another conductor's baton. The center of gravity, the feel of the handle, puts me totally off.