ON, son of Gremlin, son of Glitch, son of Doohickey, son of Hassle, son of Grief, son of Splice, son of Fatigue, arise! Go forth and wreak your pleasures. Switch off the lights on the way out.
Terrible Ugliness Is Born
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*Yeats* was sometimes wrong. As maybe were The Old Masters. Not sure about
them today.
But Yeats, yes - sometimes a terrible ugliness is born.
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