Monday, May 27, 2013

I Love This Prose Passage from W.B. Yeats

"Then in 1900 everybody got down off his stilts; henceforth nobody drank absinthe with his black coffee; nobody went mad; nobody committed suicide; nobody joined the Catholic church; or if they did I have forgotten."

From his introduction to The Oxford Book of Modern Verse.

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