Amazing Grace Page #3

and in my heart I want spiders' webs.

"It is a sad fate for a man to

die too well-known to everybody else

and still unknown to himself."

Francis Bacon.

I don'tjust dust your books, sir.

When I was 15, I almost ran away with the circus.

They said I could have been an acrobat.

- Good morning, Mr Pitt.

- Morning.

Excuse me, sir.

You read my letter.

The man who wrote that letter was not you.

It was written by some wild preacher

man that has gotten into your head.

No.

- So did he reply?

- Who

God. You were going to ask God whether

you should take up politics or religion.

You're always too direct, Billy.

I urgently need to know where your heart lies, Wilber.

- What's urgent?

- I...

I'm planning to become prime minister.

- Some day.

- No, I mean soon. Very soon.

Thanks to your performances in the House,

Fox and North will resign.

Lord Rockingham will become prime minister.

Lord Rockingham's health is not good.

When he dies, I will make my move.

- You've worked it all out.

- I want you beside me, Wilber.

All the way.

You've read my letter but not taken in a word.

I would have you in my government

in whichever capacity you choose.

Billy, no one of our age has ever taken power.

Which is why we're too young to

realise that certain things are impossible.

So we will do them anyway.

I need an answer, Wilber.

Do you intend to use your beautiful

voice to praise the Lord

or change the world?

Here. Cut this, will you?

- I've got too much to do.

- You take care of them.

Any more flour?

- I can't!

- Put your elbow into it.

Marjorie, Mr Wilberforce is on his way down.

Marjorie, I'm expecting some people for dinner.

Marjorie? Marjorie?

- She's been run off her feet, sir.

- How so?

Well, take today, for example.

You have 25 guests for lunch.

Do I?

If you remember, you decided

to reward various volunteers

who worked for some quite

precariously financed charities.

Some brought deserving children.

Others brought less deserving relatives.

- I really should get some sort of...

- Diary, sir. Yes. Or more cooks.

Go on! Go on!

Is that the appetiser?

No, that's His Grace, the Duke of Clarence.

Wilberforce, the Reverend John Ramsay.

Reverend.

Edward Hope.

And Michael Shaw. Both friends.

- This is Olaudah Equiano.

- Mr Equiano. Please.

- You've travelled far to be here?

- No distance would be too great.

- And this is Hannah Moore.

- Mr Wilberforce.

Who has travelled all the way from Clapham.

Finally, let me introduce Mr Thomas Clarkson.

Beautiful house. Sweet little rabbit.

It's a hare, actually.

Please.

So come on. Who are they?

Why don't you ask them?

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