The Measured Funeral March: Poignant Power-by Michael Roberts Source:Thuppahis At 9.00 pm this day of 18th September 2022 I ventured back from my study to our living room to have dinner. The TV was on and my Scottish wife was watching the serried ranks of the British military and royalty accompanying the hearse bearing the body Queen Elizabeth on its last earthly journey towards Windsor Castle. I stood and watched. The seepage of “Empire loyalism” in my upbringing [1] must have kicked in: I was saddened and a tear or two emeged. I remained standing. The power of the “Beethovan Funeral March,” the weight of the moment and the penetrating force of measured steps overwhelmed me. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. Trod. ………… …………………… WHAT an impact …. that sound. Here, then, was an occasion when meaningful event and action in unison was more animating than colourful scenario (though ...
