Thank you, Supreme Leader. Thank you because I am joyful. Thank you because I am well. No matter how old I become, I shall never forget how we received our Supreme Leader. Centuries will pass, and the generations still to come will regard us as the happiest of mortals, as the most fortunate of men, because we lived in the century of centuries, because we were privilege to see our Supreme Leader, our inspired Leader... Everything belongs to thee, chief of our great country. And when the woman I love presents me with a child the first word it shall utter will be your name... The men of all ages will call on thy name, wich is strong, beautiful, wise and marvellous. Thy name is engraven on every factory, every machine, every place on the earth, and in the hearts of all men. Every time I have found myself in his presence I have been subjugated by his strength, his charm, his grandeur. I have experienced a great desire to sing, to cry out, to shout with joy and happiness. And now see me--me!--on the same platform where the Great Supreme Leader stood a year ago. In what country, in what part of the world could such a thing happen.