10/2/2009 12:57:00 AM
I think the time is ripe for an Irish poem:
Things fall apart; the centre
cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide
is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best
lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate
intensity.
- William Butler Yeats, 1920
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