Virtuous Feeling

[incandescens]

Yatta! Just got all my fanfic onto one page, at http://homepages.tcp.co.uk/~maya/fanfic/fanfic.html -- we shall hope that the content compensates for the lack of elegance.

In view of this, I'm not feeling awfully creative tonight. We shall hope for better for tomorrow.

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I thought my dear must her own soul destroy,
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.

And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.

Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

--William Butler Yeats