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Good luck Charlie S1E16



So we need an act for the talent show.

Or we could study for our s.A.T.S.


And start checking out colleges.

We do have our futures to think about.

Something fresh.


Hey, guys. We're just passing through, so don't mind us.

Oh, I never mind seeing you, teddy.


What about me?


You I mind.


If you could move it along...





We're trying to work on our act for the talent show.


Oh, you know,I'm the m.C. This year.


Well, I hope you don't mind second place,


Because spencer and I are doing a dance act together.


Still wasting your time with spencer?

Take away his good looks, his height and his talent, and what have you got?

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You.





I think we're done here.





Man, I would love to beat that spencer.





Yeah, we've got to come up with something good.





For the talent show, man.





I got it.





We go old school and do a ventriloquist act.





Oh, a ventriloquist is a guy with a talking puppet, right?

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Right, a dummy.

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Oh, one small problem... there's two of us.

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Although.





One of us could be the dummy.





- Like you. - Or you.

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- Or you. - Or you...

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Jo, if you're gonna make fun of my poster, I don't want to hear it.

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I'm not gonna make fun of your poster.





I'm just gonna tell you it looks stupid.





To ahead and vote for dylan.





I can't vote for dylan. He's an ear-picker.

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At least he's given his nose a break.

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You know, gabe, you're gonna need the girl vote to win,

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Which, lucky for you, I can deliver.

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- How would you do that? - We shoot a campaign video,

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Post it on the class website.





And we'll put your baby sister in it.





Girls go nuts over babies.





I don't get it, but they do.

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Why do you want to help me? I thought we were enemies.

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Gabe, let's not put labels on our relationship.

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We both know it's complicated.





No kidding.





I had this dream last week where you...

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Yeah, it's complicated.





Okay, probably something like this.

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Got it.





Cool. Now you do it.

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Okay.



So?

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Really good,





But you're not doing what I showed you.





I know. I feel like it needs something more, right?





Or less.





Actually I've been working on some moves of my own, so...





I call this one "the hacky sack."

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Hacky hacky.





Hacky hacky hacky hacky hacky sack!





What do you think?

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What else have you got?

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Well...



Everybody knows jazz hands, right?

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Right.





Check out these bad boys.





Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow!



Pow!



Exploding jazz hands.





Fantastic.





All right, first we want to show you as a strong leader.





So act strong.

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How does that look?

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What am I looking at?

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Just make a fist and say, "I will fight for you."

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Okay.



I will fight for you!





Perfect. Now let's see the softer side of gabe...

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The loving brother. Chase the kid around.

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Ready?

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I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you.





Aww, the baby's absolutely adorable.





People are gonna love her.





Now get her out of here.





Now let's meet gabe the wise leader.





Okay.



Should I do this?

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No.





- Just answer these questions. - Okay.

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Gabe, how would you feel about a longer recess?

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I think it's a great idea.





Some of the teachers think we should have more homework. Thoughts?

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That's a terrible idea.





The amount of homework we do now is good.





And finally, new playground rules... pro or con?

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I don't like them at all. There's safety and there's fun.

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You can't have them both.





Loving it. Now say,

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"I'm gabe duncan and I approve this message."

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I'm gabe duncan and I approve this message.

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Awesome. We're done.

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You want to play a video game?

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Until the election





I think it's best we keep this professional.





- Or you could be the dummy. - Or you could be the dummy.

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- Or you could be the dummy. - We could do this all day.

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We have been doing this all day.





Well, I can't be the dummy





'cause I'm not comfortable with you putting your hands up my shirt.

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You didn't feel that way last week.





When you had that itch you couldn't reach.

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All right, then what if we're both dummies?

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Fine, we're both dummies.

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I don't know what's been going on in here,





But you two just made a breakthrough.





Hey, ivy, you got a minute?

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You found out teddy can't dance, right?

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She's awful. I don't want to embarrass myself.

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In front of the whole school. What am I gonna do?

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You gotta tell it to her straight.





Just rip the bandage off and say,





"girl, you stink."





You know, that kind of honesty.





Might be better coming from the best friend.





You're funny.





Fine. I'll do it.

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I'll just be honest with her.





I sprained my ankle.





Oh, no. What happened?

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I was trying to practice some of your dance moves.





And then I slipped.





Mm, too much hacking on the sacky?

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Exactly.





And right before the talent show.





Talk about bad timing.





You poor thing, come in.

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Have a seat.





I'm gonna put your foot up.





Can I get you anything? Are you hungry?

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- A little. - You know what you need?

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Some homemade chicken soup.





Mm, chicken soup.





For the chicken.

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Jo just put the campaign video on the website.





- You want to watch it? - Sure, honey.

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How well do you really know gabe duncan?

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I will fight you!

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He hates babies.





Gabe, how would you feel if there was no more recess?

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I think it's a great idea.





Really?

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And what's your opinion about less homework?

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That's a terrible idea.





The amount of homework we do now is good.





And finally, how do you feel about girls?

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I don't like them at all.





Gabe duncan...

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No recess, more homework, hates girls,

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Especially baby girls.





I'm jo keener and I want to be your president.

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I'm gabe duncan and I approve this message.

.，！



Okay, I know it looks bad.





But...





But what?

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- Hi. - Hi.



You're probably wondering why I'm running on my sprained ankle.





Yeah, I kind of was.





It healed.





Really?

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Then why do you still have your crutches?

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Lots of good questions here.





Spence, what's going on?

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All right, look, I faked the injury.

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Because there is a problem.





- With what? - With our dancing.

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Oh, spence, not everybody gets the exploding jazz hands.

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The first time out. It's a process.

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The problem wasn't me.





Oh.



It's no big deal. Lots of people can't dance.

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And you're one of them.





For your information, I'm a great dancer.





- Teddy, I'm just being honest. - Oh, like you were about your ankle?

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No, you know what? I'm gonna find myself a new partner...

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- Someone who appreciates my talent. - Teddy, come on.

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I even knitted you special socks to keep your toes warm,





'cause that's another thing I'm good at... knitting.

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My class is this way.





I'm so glad we decided to forget the ventriloquist act.





Yeah, what were we thinking? Juggling is so much easier.

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- Okay, throw first. - No, you throw first.

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- No, you throw first. - No, you throw first.

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Emmett, do you want to dance with me in the talent show?

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- Yes. - Great.





Let's go to the basement and rehearse.





Whoa whoa, wait, emmett. What just happened here?

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Teddy just asked me to dance with her.





Let's not question it.





So you're just leaving me haning?

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Don't look at it that way. You and I are like best buds.

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We've been through thick and thin together.





- You know I will always be there... - Emmett!

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See ya.





Pow pow pow pow pow!



Pow!



What do you think? And be honest.

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I love it. Duh.





Really? 'Cause spencer said I was a bad dancer.

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Let's not talk about spencer.





He's in the past. It's emmett time.

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So which of my moves should we start with?

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Actually I'm thinking that we should save your moves till the end.





You don't start a fine meal off with dessert, right?

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Right.





So I'll just start dancing, do whatever it is I do...

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The meat and potatoes...





And then you can bring it home with the crme brle

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- . - A little less

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- A little less.



- - More. Right.



There you go.





Hey, how did it go today, honey?

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Well, one kid said he'd vote for me.





Then he found his glasses and realized I wasn't jo.

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We have to do something about this jo person.





You don't have to do anything.





No, I do, I do,





Because nobody attack my babies.





Now bob, I want you to go over to jo's house.

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And punch her dad in the face.





If he's anything like jo... no, thanks.

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Once again I am the one.





Who has to do the butt-kicking around here.





Honey, would you relax? Nobody needs to kick anything.

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That's right. I've got a plan and I need your help.

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There, you see? He's got a plan.

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Yes.





Would you stop stretching? Let's go.

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I'm not stretching.





I'm stuck.





Hey, I think we can really take this thing.





Look who we're up against... the magician, the roller skaters,

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The stilt walker, the kid with the tuba.

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It's a sousaphone or as he pronounces through his braces,

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Shooshaphone.





That was erwin and his sousaphone,





Playing, believe it or not,

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"party in the u.S.A."





And now please welcome the dance stylings of...





Locomotion!

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Emmett!





- Are you okay? - Get away from me.

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Thank you, locomotion...

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And friends.





And now for our next act.





- Did anyone survive that? - I'm still here.

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Please give it up for master ventriloquist.





P.J. Duncan!

PJ



Hi, everybody. I'm p.J.

，PJ



This is charlie.





Say hello, charlie.

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I was hoping to get by on cuteness.





How are we doing so far?

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And as your president I promise to represent you.

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To the best of my abilities. I also promise to fight.

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For more recess and less homework.

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And of course, I don't hate girls.

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Like some candidates.





Named gabe duncan.

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Thank you.





Before I begin, I would like to say something about this campaign.

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Now a lot of things have been said about me.





And even though they aren't true, I'm okay with that.

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But when somebody starts attacking my family...

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That's where I draw the line.





Now I could stand here.





And tell you who I really am,





But I'd rather show you.

VCR



I love all my kids equally,





But if I had to pick a favorite,





It would be gabe.





I changed the oil in your truck, dad.

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Without being asked... classic gabe.

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He's just so loving and so caring,





Especially with his baby sister charlie.





In fact, gabe was the most excited.





About charlie's arrival.





And he made it himself.





Gabe's the kind of guy you want to have a root beer with.





We'll stay up all night if we have to,

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But I'm gonna make sure you pass that test.


Don't you have to rescue stray animals.


And find them good homes?

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Did that before school
Classic gabe
Gabe's not only sweet and kind,

He also has an amazing fashion sense.

This one... fun and playful.

背景介绍
乔安妮·凯瑟琳·罗琳 于2008年春被哈佛大学授予荣誉博士学位。她在哈佛大学毕业典礼上发表的演讲中阐述了失败和想象力的作用；每个人都有影响他人的能力，这是一份需要意识的责任；友谊对于逆境中的人生是重要和宝贵的。她在讲演中的幽默和智慧博得哈佛学子经久不息的掌声。仔细听后回味无穷，她的成功不是偶然的，深厚的文化底蕴，敏锐的触角，丰富的想象力，不平凡的经历，构筑了她的“魔法师”。

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates. The first thing I would like to say is "thank you." Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I’ve endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindors&`& reunion.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can&`&t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard. You see? If all you remember in years to come is the &`&gay wizard&`& joke, I&`&ve still come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals - the first step to self-improvement.

Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that has expired between that day and this.

I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called &`&real life&`&, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination. These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but bear with me.

Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that could never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know the irony strikes like with the force of a cartoon anvil now, but…, they had hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents&`& car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.

I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure. At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.

I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person&`&s idea of success, so high have you already flown academically.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.

Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had already been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the priceless rubies.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more to me than any qualification I ever earned.

Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone&`&s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.

You might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the unique human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working in the research department at Amnesty International&`&s headquarters in London.

There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.

Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to think independently of their government. Visitors to our office included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those who they had left behind.

I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.

And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just given him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country&`&s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.

Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.


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