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The Final Speech from The Great Dictator

Or: The Last Speech from The Great Strongman

One of my most favourite monologues of all time. Written in a more liberal Anglish, getting rid of only the French influences, allowing Norse words.

YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8HdOHrc3OQ

Speech

I’m sorry, but I don’t wish to be a coaser. That’s not my business. I don’t wish to wield or overwin anyone. I should like to help everyone - if I can - Joudishman, Theedly man - black man - white. We all wish to help one another. Men are like that. We wish to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s woe. We don’t wish to hate and loathe one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can afford for everyone. The way of life can be free and lovely, but we have lost the way.

Greed has befouled men’s souls, has hindered the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into woe and bloodshed. We have fostered speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Sarehood1 that gives wealth has left us in craving. Our cunning has made us grim. Our wit, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than sarehood we need mannishness. More than wit, we need kindness and softness. Without these makings, life will be bloody and all will be lost…

The flightcraft and the radio have brought us nearer together. The sundry being of these findles calls out for the goodness in men - calls out for alkin brotherhood - for the togetherness of us all. Even now my steven is reaching thousands of thousands throughout the world - thousands of thousands of hopeless wepmen, women, and little children - tivers of a network that makes men flay and lock up sackless folk.

To those who can hear me, I say - do not lose heart. The woe that is now upon us is but the fleetingness of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of mannish headway. The hate of men will end, and strongmen queal, and the might they took from the folk will come back to the folk. And so long as men ago, freedom will never dead…

Ferdmen! don’t give yourselves to wildmen - men who loathe you - bethew you - who rain your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who tight you - lessen you - deal with you like livestock, note you as greatgun fodder2. Don’t give yourselves to these unkindly men - sare men with sare minds and sare hearts! You are not sares! You are not livestock! You are men! You have the love of mankind in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unkindly! Ferdmen! Don’t fight for thewdom! Fight for freedom!

In the 17th Heading of Hallow Luck it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a set of men, but in all men! In you! You, the folk have the strength - the strength to make sares. The strength to make happiness! You, the folk, have the strength to make this life free and lovely, to make this life a wonderful sithe.

Then - in the name of folkdom - let us note that strength - let us all come together. Let us fight for a new world - a rightminded world that will give men an opening to work - that will give youth a tomorrow and old lifetime a soundness. By the oath of these things, wildmen have risen to leadership. But they lie! They do not fulfil that oath. They never will!

Strongmen free themselves but they bethew the folk! Now let us fight to fulfil that oath! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with theedish lets - to do away with greed, with hate and narrow-mindedness. Let us fight for a world of rode, a world where cunning and headway will lead to all men’s happiness. Ferdmen! in the name of folkdom, let us all stand together!

  1. A newly made word meaning "machinery". It comes from Anglish sare meaning 'an artifice, a machination, a machine, a device, an engine' and the suffix -hood meaning 'a group or collection' (as in English brotherhood and monkhood). This word essentially means 'a group of machines'. ↩

  2. A calque of English cannon fodder, which itself is a calque from German Kanonenfutter. ↩