George Dixon Quotes

And I want a woman in that seat. Whether it’s Alan Dixon or Joe Biden or George Bush, I’m so tired of these idiot men getting to make up the rules for the rest of us. They’re not smarter. They’re not nicer. They don’t have better judgment. They’re just men.

Treason is an easy word to speak. A traitor is one who fights and loses. Washington was a traitor to George III.

I’m talking to God here, be with ye as soon as we’re done,— Is Mason going to get angry and into a fight? Will he stand and announce, “This is none of God’s judgment,— to be offended as gravely by Calendar Reform as by Mortal Sin, requires a meanness of spirit quite out of the reach of any known Deity,— tho’ well within the resources of Stroud, it seems.” And walk out thro’ their stunn’d ranks to the Embrace of the Night, and never enter the place again? No.— He buys ev’ryone another Pint, instead, and resigns himself to seeking out his Family tomorrow,— tho’ sure Agents of Melancholy, they sooner or later feel regretful for it, whilst Regret is just the sort of Sentiment that regular life at The George depends on having no part of. The Landlord is kind and forthright, the Ale as good as any in Britain, the Defenestration of the Clothiers in ’56 has inscrib’d the place forever in Legend, and Good Eggs far outnumber Bad Hats,— yet so dismal have these late Hours in it been for Mason, as to make him actually look forward to meeting his Relations again.

Dixon was personally grateful to be educated by the contrasting methods of George Graham and Arsène Wenger. One instilled the basics of defensive discipline. The other inspired freedom of expression on the field.

George drilled us into very knowledgeable individuals, and a defence that could almost play with its eyes shut. I don’t know whether Arsène could do that. Well, he couldn’t!’ exclaims Dixon. ‘That’s not his style, he is not that knowledgeable about the defensive side of the game. He doesn’t push people around on the training pitch; he creates environments.

In his political calculations,’ wrote Ella Hepworth Dixon, ‘King Edward was essentially a European; in his tastes, he was almost a Parisian.’28 In spite of his mingled German and Danish blood, nobody could make a similar claim of his son. Unsophisticated, well-meaning and resolutely British, George was resolved to look far beyond the Continental courts in which his father had been so revered.*