From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Something I have to post...
Date: Mon Aug  1 10:20:23 1994

Remember all those renowned generations,
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,
Fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
In cavern, crevice, or hole
Defending Ireland's soul.

--W.B. Yeats, From THREE MARCHING SONGS

I just read that this morning...In all the bockering we sometimes do, it's 
easy to forget that the work of teh writer is the most imprtant thing.

Badger01
Still likes Eliot better, but that is one hell of a poet, that Yeats guy