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- Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing goddamm, damm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm,
--Ezra Pound, Ancient Music
I think that every man ought to work for his living, without exception, and that, when he has once avouched his willingness to work, society should provide him with work and warrant him a living. --William Dean Howell, "Literature and Life."
We had fed the heart on fantasies
The heart's grown brutal from the fare. --William Butler Yeats