[Janice D. Soderling]

Actually, I wasn't saying. I was muttering--about intentions and the best laid plans and so forth.

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.

I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch and stumps and all.

That, as also Andrew Lang knew, is the difference between American and UK poetry.

As Oscar Wilde said (despite attributes to Shaw and Churchill) "England and America are two countries divided by a common language."

Carry on, Jeeves. I am grazing new pastures.