“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed time is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
from W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming” Michael Robarts and the Dancer, 1920.
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