Happy birthday W.B. Yeats born June 13, 1865. I've posted a serious poem of his before, so let's celebrate him by quoting a zinger of a one-liner.
"The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober."
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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