John Mauldin opened his weekly newsletter today with the first verse of one of Yeat's best poems. It captured well the week that was.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
From "The Second Coming", written in 1919.
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