Don't taunt the alligator until after you've crossed the creek.
It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.
I am never at my best in the early morning especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells finding its way inside my clothing nipping at my nose and ears.