Gold Two: [the Y-wings are running the gauntlet toward the Death Star reactor-port] The guns - they've stopped!
Gold Five: [realizes why] Stabilize your rear deflectors... Watch for enemy fighters.
Gold Leader: They're coming in! Three marks at 2-10!
[Gold Two is slain by Darth Vader and his wingmen; Gold Leader starts to panic]
Gold Leader: It's no good, I can't maneuver!
Gold Five: Stay on target.
Gold Leader: We're too close!
Gold Five: Stay on target!
There is nothing better than a rallying cry, and thus I salute you with this poem. May it be a light to you in dark libraries, when all other lights go out.
Three cheers for the relentless! for the wild-
eyed readers, the red-eyed writers, paper-
eaters, persistent night-oil burners, midnight
stalkers, bashful book-creepers, who scuttle
off in corners to bow their heads and prey like
mantises on texts, claw-handed, devouring
whole the life and limbs of textbooks, journals,
introductions, prologues, all! Three cheers for
project-pushers, last-minute essayists, examiners,
procrastinators, soft-spoken rebels, the last
and lonely students of the library who scrabble
fast and far into the night to catch that which
eludes them most--not sleep--but concluding
paragraphs, those finely-crafted words with
which to crown their work and let them
limp, ink-stained, war-wounded across the
finish line to cast off from this Rock of Academia
and fling themselves free, head first, into the gentle
days of summer.