Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.
17 September 2013
Youth must have its fling
Ranil
WIckremesinghe is an 'evergreen'. No, not because he is young -- he
wasn't exactly 'young' when he campaigned for the Presidency, claiming to be
'youthful'; he is ever-green because he will never leave the UNP. Anyway,
this 'evergreen' recently said (believe it or not!) that the youth must take
over. No on in the UNP's Working Committee, to our knowledge, said
something like the following: 'Thank you Sir, please submit your resignation;
we would be happy to accept it'. Not even Sajith Premadasa. So much for
words!

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