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Revision as of 19:08, 24 May 2020 by TheBlueCanoe (talk | contribs) (the second coming is ever apt.)(diff) ← Previous revision | Latest revision (diff) | Newer revision → (diff)Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
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.
- W.B. Yeats, when asked to describe Misplaced Pages circa 2020
- this definitely happened.