1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends, <br />Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors. <br />Its mind was made up in 'the seventies', <br />Nor hath it ever since changed that concoction. <br />It works to represent that school of thought <br />Which brought the hair-cloth chair to such perfection, <br />Nor will the horrid threats of Bernard Shaw <br />Shake up the stagnant pool of its convictions; <br />Nay, should the deathless voice of all the world <br />Speak once again for its sole stimulation, <br />Twould not move it one jot from left to right. <br /> <br />Come Beauty barefoot from the Cyclades, <br />She'd find a model for St. Anthony <br />In this thing's sure decorum and behaviour.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phasellus-ille/
