Is there a cure for the blustering carelessness of the web? Only on paper. This week, reading Yeats again, I wondered how he thought of a phrase like “the crumbling of the moon”. I suppose he was thinking about growing old, but he packed the regret into a murmur. It needs only a few words to make a melody.

Clive James

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