A poem is never finished, only abandoned. [ Paul Valery ]
See them clamber, these nimble apes! … Towards the throne they all strive: it is their madness—as if happiness sat on the throne! Ofttimes sitteth filth on the throne—and ofttimes also the throne on filth. Discuss
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