This thread title keeps reminding me of a Yeats'poem. Lovely.
Would even bring a tear to Growler's eye
[rummages about]
HOW can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
